[ it isn't often Ed has nightmares. he rarely sleeps soundly enough to have nightmares, but tonight, as they sleep in a drafty little inn, he dreams. it's nothing but flashes of light, the wet gasping sounds of his mother (or what should have been her), the blood on the floor.
he swears he can almost taste copper, the acrid stuff biting at his throat, stinging his tongue. he doesn't thrash much but mumbles, grips the quilt over him tightly, clenches his jaw. it's only when the creature in the damp, dark basement growls something thick and raspy that his eyes snap open, air rushes between his lips and he's wholly awake.
he sits up slowly, brow sticky with sweat, braid loose and fraying. he forgets that Al can't sleep, can't dream the same way he can. forgets that the suit of armor sharing a room with him is far more than that, as he tries to rub sleep out of his eyes. he rubs hard at his brow, attempting to will the shaking breaths and trembling fingers away. ]
2.2 | oh be gentle sobs
he swears he can almost taste copper, the acrid stuff biting at his throat, stinging his tongue. he doesn't thrash much but mumbles, grips the quilt over him tightly, clenches his jaw. it's only when the creature in the damp, dark basement growls something thick and raspy that his eyes snap open, air rushes between his lips and he's wholly awake.
he sits up slowly, brow sticky with sweat, braid loose and fraying. he forgets that Al can't sleep, can't dream the same way he can. forgets that the suit of armor sharing a room with him is far more than that, as he tries to rub sleep out of his eyes. he rubs hard at his brow, attempting to will the shaking breaths and trembling fingers away. ]
Jeez.