Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Edward Elric x Alfons Heiderich
Timeline: Post-Conqueror of Shamballa. Alfons is living in Amestris with Ed.
Summary: It was back to a well-known routine.
Note: This is something I wrote partially out of just...a need to write it. it's an introspective, artistic, and rather pointless piece, but I had just managed to find my old Explosions in the Sky albums (Which I've always considered my 'EdHei music'), and after hearing about the new FMA movie coming out, I got really nostalgic for this pairing again (especially Alfons). Even though the story itself is more of a character piece, I'd still like to write more with these two characters, and I'm really getting the inspiration to really start writing them again. I know Brotherhood's been out for a while, but...I dunno. There's just something about the movie, the first series, and Alfons in general that just draws me back to it. I'm still not sure what it is.
It was always in early morning when he awoke.
The night's activities still fresh on his skin, only mere hours before with the cause of it tangled in the sheets in a pile of white, gold, and bronze, it was back to his daily routine as though nothing around him had changed at all.
It was back to the bathroom, despite its distinct lack of cracks, to take a shower so hot his skin felt like it burned red, but without the heaviness, without the tightening that would usually accompany such things.
It was back to the kitchen, despite the strange contraptions littering the counter, to make a cup of coffee that lost that tang of acidity and gained a flavor that shouldn't, couldn't have been there amongst the clean water and the intact mug.
Back to grabbing the paper and staring down at the contents in a language that wasn't his, but somehow had become his without much thought.
Back to sitting in a chair that didn't seem to have that familiar imbalance, rather being firm and sturdy under his gained weight.
Back to waiting for him to come down the stairs, grumbling and running a metal hand through golden locks as he fished for the coffee cup he kept conveniently in the same spot, morning after morning as he tried to get his bearings enough to sit down at the kitchen table.
Back to how it had always been.
Different scene, different place, different time.
But always the same, for Alfons Heiderich was a creature of habit, and though he had left home, that didn't mean he couldn't take a piece of home with him.