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[Mostly Closed] August Catch-All

who: Anyone that wants to interact with Ed during August (Hit me up to request a top level at

TransmutedSelf or post your own!)
what: Various
when: Anytime during August
where: Floor six, the Gardens, The General Store, Trixie and some nice burger joint in the city
warnings: Amnesia effects August 12th-19th, nightmares, religious talk etc. The nightmare thread has the potential to get pretty dark, warnings will go in individual tags.

Top-levels will be posted below.

Ed also has an open mingle posted if that's your thing.

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For a long moment Ed is content to just leave things at that. Letting Al's body heat ward off the chill, and work on putting the past behind them. Just because it had happened once didn't mean it would happen again, and as everyone had said it wasn't as if he had been in control for any of it, anyway. If anything it made him safer to be around because he was more wary of even the slightest changes, not wanting to risk a repeat of something so horrific.

After some time though, he speaks again. Hesitantly, as if not quite sure how to approach the subject. "That's... Not the only thing I had a dream about." He was struggling on how to ask this question, on one hand they were honest with each other but on the other hand there was no way to do it without it sounding accusing, was there?

"We were on the island with Wrath and Teacher. Winry was there, too." He doesn't continue, trying to feel out Al's reaction before pressing the issue. How had he forgotten something like that? Why were these the memories that were taken? Something felt different about this one though, as if it had never been a memory at all. Which is why Ed wasn't sure he wanted to bring up what was bothering him about it. Maybe it was all just a coincidence.

"Not the only thing?" he asks, but doesn't press. Al waits for the rest to come out and when it does, he merely blinks in confusion. He remembers the time well, when he wanted nothing more than to rip Wrath's limbs off his body and restore them to his brother. The anger he felt had been intense and Al knows it still simmers inside him every time he looks at his brother's automail. But it doesn't register that wanting that so much might be wrong. That the violence he'd exhibited that night might scare his brother. After all, he's the boy that had transmuted Wrath and Gluttony to open the Gate, brought a war to their world, and even if he hadn't meant for people to get killed, Al knows in his heart he'd do it again.

"What about it, Brother?" he asks again, tilting his head and giving his brother a gentle squeeze. "Nothing that bad happened there."

At least, not in his mind.

Things were complicated for Ed. On one hand, in another life maybe such a reaction to the situation with Wrath wouldn't surprise him. Considering he'd forgotten that memory in Purg though, when he was living with Wrath and taking care of him in Izumi's absence, that was conflicting. He remembered the Wrath who should have gone through the Gate, years of living with a softer quieter version of the homunculus who found joy in sitting on the roof eating ice cream and killing the various monsters that lurked where they lived.

"I guess not," He mused thoughtfully at Al's assurance that nothing too bad happened there. Nothing had really happened, but the intent was there and Ed's perspective was obviously skewed. Still, it was nowhere near the other memory. The time he'd locked them both away from everyone else just for the creature in his head to kill his brother.

He doesn't sound entirely convinced, even as he agrees with his brother that it wasn't that big of a deal. "That really happened, then? You were going to rip my limbs off Wrath?"

Ed's tone indicates that he's still skeptical and Al gets it. It must be strange for someone to have forgotten something only for it to come back. Al had felt the same way waking up in Quarantine with memories of years he'd been trying to get back. But he doesn't see how the memories might've been worrying for Ed, or even that they could compare to murdering one's own brother. Al is blissfully oblivious to how his darker side might frighten Ed.

"Mmhm. They weren't his, Brother. He stole them from you and you gave up so much for them. It wasn't proper Equivalent Exchange and you deserve to have your limbs back."

As he speaks, his hands move, gliding down Ed's automail arm, one reaching around to brush against Ed's thigh. He doesn't realize how intimate the touch might be because as far as he's concerned, Ed's right arm belongs to him. It was given in sacrifice for his life and now that he's flesh and blood ( again, because of Ed's sacrifice ), he's going to touch allow his fingers to feel every groove and notch, every screw and wire.

Ed is quiet Al explains. He doesn't really have a response to that, only an oddly uneasy feeling. Golden eyes shift to watch as Alphonse moves his hand over Ed's automail, not registering that as anything unusual either. He's not sure if he should ask the question on his mind, how exactly Al expected to return them to Ed once they were removed from Wrath's body. After all, he also remembered getting ready to cut the arm off of the homunculus himself.

"Al... You know that's not going to happen now, right?" He doesn't actually, whether or not he got his limbs back had never been discussed that he could think of, but he was still operating in the present tense. Here, in the Quarantine, before Ed ever gets a chance to go home - if that ever happens - he wouldn't be getting his limbs back.

The hand on his thigh doesn't go unnoticed though, it hardly could after a year in Attollo. Some things Ed was not so oblivious too, but he imagined in this instance his brother is, so he just subtly shifts on the mattress to make it seem as though he was only trying to get more comfortable with a faint cough. Hoping that Al mistook the heat rising to his features as part of the fever rather than any reaction to his brother touching his thigh, if Ed was uncomfortable with the way Alphonse was talking that was abruptly forgotten about in favor of this new dilemma.

Unaware of his brother's discomfort, Al allows Ed to shift as needed. He was more concerned with the color that was rising to his brother's already flushed features and lifted his hand to brush his knuckles against Ed's cheek. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked, concern coloring his tone. He shifted slightly again, to bring his cheek against his brother's, checking Ed's fever again.

"You're still so warm. Maybe you should rest some more," he said, pulling away to give Ed a little space. His hands moved too, settling on Ed's mismatched shoulders, prepared to give his brother a lecture if he needed to.

His eyes widened slightly when Al moved closer to check his temperature, clearing his throat weakly. "Fine, Al." The tone was as defensive as possible, as if intent on getting his brother to back off, but considering how he actually felt there was hardly any bite to it. It probably just made him sound even more pathetic.

"It's just that stupid tea." When this was over he was starting to doubt he'd ever drink the stuff again. He blinks when Al shifts his position to rest both hands on his shoulders - the blush still present as he searches his brother's features curiously - practically pinning him to the mattress.

"I'll be fine when it wears off, they said it shouldn't take too long." The impulse to hunch in on himself as if to prove that point is subdued by Al's hands still on him, preventing him from moving.

Al's all but straddling his brother now, taking care though to not put any weight on him. Ed, as far as Al is concerned, needs the rest and he won't take any arguing from his brother. It's only when he's sure that Ed won't move that he shifts to his side and settles back into the blankets. That way, Ed has more room to relax and hopefully get some sleep.

"Well, until it wears off, I'm watching over you, Brother. Even if it is just because of the tea, you shouldn't push yourself. Try sleeping some more. I won't go anywhere."

Because already, he misses the feel of Ed's skin under his fingers. He's loathe to lose that right yet, and if he can persuade his brother to sleep, perhaps he'll be able to curl around him and find some sleep too.

Between the nightmare and the way his brother had just been straddling him, Ed had given up on sleep at this point. "Yeah, yeah. I'm not doing anything." At least intentionally, but he's not going to add that part, instead curling onto his side once he's released.

He's not entirely sure Al not going anywhere is going to help, but he doesn't voice that thought, fully aware his brother wouldn't get the reasoning behind it anyway. Not that he wanted him to. "Go back to sleep, Al." Considering he was already watching Ed before the nightmare woke him, he wasn't sure his brother had even gotten any since the night began.

Al considers arguing for a moment, but fatigue pulls on him. He hasn't slept yet and with Ed seemingly trying to go back to sleep, he curls up next to his brother and figures he'll at least try. If anything, Ed will wake him again if something comes up and Al closes his eyes.

"Good night, Brother," he murmurs finally, cuddled as close to his brother as possible while sleep finally takes him.

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