[ the days pass relatively easily, and Ed keeps to his promise, taking Al out whenever the doctors aren't looking, letting him lay in the grass and sun. he can't deny his brother the feeling of being human again. even Ed himself things he will never underestimate the simple privileges that his sense grant him.
they've been moved to a bigger room, since the staff have accepted the fact that Al may well be a little mobile on his own now, and that Ed is not leaving his side anytime soon. when he'd thought that Al might be asleep, he sat on the floor with chalk, using it to draw transmutation circles. some are complex, some are incredibly simple -- all of his knowledge still there.
he tries each and every one, even though he knows they won't work. he's nearly covered the floor without realizing it, feeling a strange sense of desperation fill his chest the more and more he tries to perform alchemy. he gave it up, and he does not regret it, wouldn't change his mind if he had to do it again. it would always be Al, but as the days go on, as he wakes late with nightmares of transmutations and a myriad of other things, he can't help but feel that something is inherently missing. that somehow, he's missing a limb or part of himself he can't see.
he tries yet another circle, clapping his hands together before engaging it, but it remains a simple chalk drawing on the floor. he lets out a frustrated growl, a sort of darkness across his face. ]
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they've been moved to a bigger room, since the staff have accepted the fact that Al may well be a little mobile on his own now, and that Ed is not leaving his side anytime soon. when he'd thought that Al might be asleep, he sat on the floor with chalk, using it to draw transmutation circles. some are complex, some are incredibly simple -- all of his knowledge still there.
he tries each and every one, even though he knows they won't work. he's nearly covered the floor without realizing it, feeling a strange sense of desperation fill his chest the more and more he tries to perform alchemy. he gave it up, and he does not regret it, wouldn't change his mind if he had to do it again. it would always be Al, but as the days go on, as he wakes late with nightmares of transmutations and a myriad of other things, he can't help but feel that something is inherently missing. that somehow, he's missing a limb or part of himself he can't see.
he tries yet another circle, clapping his hands together before engaging it, but it remains a simple chalk drawing on the floor. he lets out a frustrated growl, a sort of darkness across his face. ]