[Edward Elric; PG] 2 - Trapped
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pandorasuniverseCharacter/Series: Edward Elric; Fullmetal Alchemist (2003; Pandora's Universe)
Rating: G
Notes: Written for the30screams theme #2 - Trapped
Title: 2 - Trapped
Author:yuuo
Word Count: 235
Summary: Edward stared at the paper in front of him.
Edward stared at the paper in front of him. Scattered notes and alchemy texts covered the desk he sat at, scrawled on and ear-marked. Complex arrays and formulas and equations were scribbled down as testimony to what the mind of the young state alchemist was capable of.
The blank sheet in front of him mockingly reminded him what he could not do.
It'd been two years since he left Rizenbul. He hadn't written a single letter that whole time. Lack of opportunity stopped him the first seven months; he hadn't been allowed contact with the outside world while he was up in Acheron. He had no real excuse after that, though.
The tip of his pen hovered just over the paper, unmoving.
He had no idea what to write.
What could he say? So much had happened, but he wasn't about to tell them any of that. There was nothing he could say about his research, either. He was no closer to getting Al back than the day he left. There was no way he'd say as much to them.
His entire world had been reduced to just that- getting his brother back and trying to outrun the nightmares.
And nobody knew about any of it. And he couldn't tell any of them.
Everytime he tried to write home, Edward realized all over again that he'd become trapped by his own silence.
Rating: G
Notes: Written for the
30screams theme #2 - TrappedTitle: 2 - Trapped
Author:
yuuo Word Count: 235
Summary: Edward stared at the paper in front of him.
Edward stared at the paper in front of him. Scattered notes and alchemy texts covered the desk he sat at, scrawled on and ear-marked. Complex arrays and formulas and equations were scribbled down as testimony to what the mind of the young state alchemist was capable of.
The blank sheet in front of him mockingly reminded him what he could not do.
It'd been two years since he left Rizenbul. He hadn't written a single letter that whole time. Lack of opportunity stopped him the first seven months; he hadn't been allowed contact with the outside world while he was up in Acheron. He had no real excuse after that, though.
The tip of his pen hovered just over the paper, unmoving.
He had no idea what to write.
What could he say? So much had happened, but he wasn't about to tell them any of that. There was nothing he could say about his research, either. He was no closer to getting Al back than the day he left. There was no way he'd say as much to them.
His entire world had been reduced to just that- getting his brother back and trying to outrun the nightmares.
And nobody knew about any of it. And he couldn't tell any of them.
Everytime he tried to write home, Edward realized all over again that he'd become trapped by his own silence.
