okay, if you say that you’re expecting something real out of tinder, then you’re either naive or lying. at least, that’s what edward figures. he had downloaded the application because his roommate was always on there … & because he likes meeting new people. but even with that being said, edward did have to call himself out as being whack when he started talking in earnest to ariel on tinder.
she was clever, mysterious, etc. all the mind-boggling qualities that capture edward’s interest. & beyond the pictures on her profile? at this point … she was faceless. of course, meeting in person would be the goal … but edward has to admit ( reluctantly ) that being digital strangers has its benefits.
the elric brothers have never been good at being expressive … with their words. or really, edward has never been particularly good at expressing himself articulately. over time, alphonse has gotten better at expressing necessary statements for the both of them … of course, with time, his features had gotten less expressive. so there’s that.
so edward’s bad at expressing himself … but he’s wondering now if it’s easier over text.
it’s late. & it had been a long day, & vy seems to be occupying themselves doing … god-knows-what on their bunk. edward casts them a lazy glance & tucks his uncombed hair into a half a bun. vy would probably claim that they were studying or looking up chemistry videos on their phone. however, edward would be willing to wager that vy was looking at their own videos on tiktok.
edward settles back into his bed & props his phone on his chest.
[ text ] lol this is going to sound super heavy
[ text ] it’s the anniversary of my mom’s death and it sucks because she didn’t need to die. there were a lot of things that could have happened better than they did. i think this day is really hard on my brother, too. i don’t think he lets himself sleep on this day. he just works and keeps working and asks me to remind him of things we did when were kids because he’s worried about forgetting. then he tries to take care of me even though he’s younger than i am — and i probably spend the day doing the same thing he does, though i probably melt down more than he does. it’s weird. i worry i’m who i am today because she died and not because she lived.
… no way was he sending that. that was too much. way too much information. edward hastened to hit the delete button —
& hit send instead. shit.
[ text ] meant to type what’s up with you?
TEXTING PROMPT | @zirable
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