#alphonseelrxc

[edwards-shadow]

★

My muse is having a nightmare and is reacting physically to it by screaming, send ★ for my muses reaction to being woken up by yours.

Disorientation was the first thing that set in, he could still smell and taste blood, could hear the crackling sound that fed so many different fears. Sweat had gathered over his skin and Pride’s first reaction was to push away from the hands holding him. Far away, he wanted them gone and to be anywhere but on him. Rabid blinks cleared his vision but he was still confused. A trick of his own mind shouldn’t wake him like that. There was still too much panic to think clearly about the how and why as he sat upright and scrambled back, eyes wide and short gasping breaths too shallow to be of much good. Air passed through to try and speak, to ask something, anything, but no noise came.

[heiderich-san]

5 people joined you

thisbrokenalchemistsbody

alphonseelrxc

oliviaholder2203

immortal-john-murphy

afterarmor

“Hi there! It’s nice to meet all of you!”

[edwarding]

alphonseelrxc

Ed looked at his little brother. “What’re you doing out here so late?”

[chiisaikintsukuroi-moved]

alphonseelrxc

Ed walked along after the younger boy, looking around the street as they passed by shops and little carts with things for sale. It seemed pretty relaxed, no one caught his attention, no one giving the other trouble that he needed to worry about. Things were pretty nice. While he didn’t mind having a little fun now and then, just enjoying the place was nice too, “So remind me what we’re doing out around here again?”

[edwards-shadow]

"Did you have a bad dream?"

Child starters

Pride rubbed his eyes and gave a small whimper before nodding. He hugged the small toy to himself and cautiously walked up to the other. Shouldn’t be around humans, shouldn’t trust him, but his nightmare had scared him and more than anything he wanted some company right now. And this human seemed nice. Blank, golden eyes peeked up at the older boy over the head of his toy, “……..scared…”

[edosora]

↻ ♟ (the last one would be an interesting twist)

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This wasn’t suppose to happen. It couldn’t have happened again. Ed sat on his knees, staring at the armor in front of him. “But… I swear, I got your body back, Al! Was it all just a dream?” The blonde asked, looking down at his automail arm. In fact, didn’t he end up on the other side of the gate in Germany? Al had used the stone to bring him back to life and then Ed sacrificed himself to bring back Al.

“Did I fail?”

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Ed sneered as he looked at the other standing in front of him, in full human form again. After everything he’d done to help him return to normal, his brother despised him, for many reasons. For making him perform human transmutation in the first place, for trapping his body in a hollow suit of armor that couldn’t feel a thing, and for most of all, using a Philosopher’s Stone, sacrificing human lives to return him to normal. Al hated him for all of it.

“What are you doing here, Alphonse?”

[edwards-shadow]

➟

Touch Meme

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing

The sudden tug on his jacket was enough to make Pride stop instantly and look over where it came from. Force of habit, when he was grabbed and tugged on it was a warning that he was moving too far away and to go back where he was supposed to be. That’s what he was taught. He stared in confused shock at the person standing there who had gained his attention. It wasn’t his brother. This person was just in his head, he wasn’t supposed to be able to touch or interact with things, let alone pull on Pride’s jacket. He looked down at the material, “……..how…..did you do that?”

[edwards-shadow]

☀

My muse is kept in a cage at the circus. Your muse comes across them before tonight’s performance. Send ‘☀’ for my muse’s reaction to yours stepping towards the cage.

How he got stuck here was a blur, all he remembered was the struggle, someone screaming when a shadow reached them, and then pain. When he woke up he’d tried getting out but touching the bars hurt, his shadows touched them and it caused just as much pain. It ended with Pride curled up dead center of the cage, away from the bars trying to figure out how to get out. The music inside the tent with the lights was ignored, he only really looked when he saw someone coming up to his small confinement.

It was a face he recognized, but not one that could help. People that weren’t really there couldn’t effect the rest of the world. He lay his head back down and looked up at the bars again.