Fingers. They're a weird creation. I meant they're useful and everything but there's something almost magical about them. They almost appear to move by themselves sometimes, like when I see your black hair fall down to shade your bottomless onyx eyes they try to reach out and move it back where it came from. I always manage to stop them though, even if it has led to rumours I have a twitch. But you see lately they've been trying more often, reaching out to touch you so frequently I almost need to be on guard to stop them because I know if I touched you something would shatter. I'm not sure what exactly, the barrier between us, my image in your head or quite possibly my heart.
But I'm getting distracted here, you see I was watching your fingers today as they fluttered nervously around the edge of your paperwork as you tried to some up with a reasonable excuse to not have done it.
"Why don't you tell them that you forgot because you're getting senile in your old age?" I supply, picking on one of the few weaknesses I know you have.
His eye twitched, "Maybe I'll tell them I spent the day looking for you before realising you were at your desk the whole time, you were just too short for me too see," he replied with a grin.
I snapped. "Who are you calling so short he could be crushed by a falling piece of paper!!" I moved to clap my hands together (my fingers moving by themselves again) when he put his hand in between mine to stop me transmuting. I pulled the clap so my hands came to rest on either side of his and then I felt it, the shatter, and even then I had no idea what was shattering. We both continued to stare down at our hands, neither of us moving a muscle. Maybe it was our brains that had shattered? Then my fingers did that moving on their own thing again, curving around his until I was more clasping his hand than anything else. We looked at each other in that moment as the piece of the shattered thing fell away, I could almost feel his onyx eyes probing my brain for a meaning for this but there was none there, it was just my fingers, moving like they always did.
"Ed?" he whispered as he looked down at me.
"Yes?" I whispered back, silently giving thanks for the office being empty at this late hour."
"I …"
Ok next chapter will be from Roy's POV if you hadn't already guessed.
I was just sitting in work thinking about the weirdness of fingers (as you do) and everything sort of clicked … a RoyXEd fic about fingers! … oh shut up its not that weird. Anyways I'm thinking this will be a three parter so please keep pestering me to update cuz otherwise I generally forget (what can I say I have a short attention span). I've gotten into the habit lately of beginning stories and not finishing them. Like Sunrise (my X-men fic). I have absolutely no idea whats even going on there! I haven't read it in like a year! And First Kiss, Last Straw (my Bleach fic) which I just started I know exactly where I want that one to go but my Bleach muse buggered off (or was possibly murdered by my Fullmetal one who rox btw) and so I have a million starts for the second chapter but never get further than the first three or four paragraphs! Ok I'll shut up now, nobody generally cares about other fics anyway, just (hopefully) the one you're currently reading.
So anyway, if you like it review
If you don't like it, still review but if you flame me I will have to kick your ass lol (only kidding … well not actually, but still there is a good chance you will be in a different country than me and cross country ass kicking takes up soo much time lol)
Right going now!
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Coletterby xx