Whenever he needed to clear his head, there was always Alphonse.
Edward bounded across the grass, his bare foot sliding slightly as he angled himself to absorb the attack and return it, his automail pinging off of Alphonse's tough armor exterior. There were few things in this world(more) that he didn't have to pull his punches against, and currently his little brother was at the top of that list.
Alphonse caught his foot and flipped him, but Edward caught himself before he could land on his back, spinning on his hands and turning the momentum to his advantage.
It was cathartic, sparring like this. He could focus all of his energy, all of his pent-up frustration and anger into the satisfying chorus of metal against metal. He didn't have to think about how Mustang was driving him crazy, didn't have to think about how the man made him feel things he didn't understand or know how to deal with, he didn't have to think about his guilt and the weight of the world - he had to live in the moment, in this very moment and pay attention to what REALLY mattered ....
...which currently was not allowing Al to knock his fucking block off.
Alphonse caught him in midair, the impact of his arm (spikes faced the other way, thank goodness) driving all the breath from Edward's lungs as he was forced back the way he came. He staggered back, feet sliding on the dew-slick grass and a leg sweep took him down.
His brother immobilized him with one heavy boot, the treads digging into his flesh where his shirt rode up. "Pinned you," Alphonse said cheerfully, not the slightest trace of exertion in his voice.
Edward wheezed and banged on Al's foot with his hand. "Lemme up, Al!"(less)
I sat on a train going to New York City. The rain was drizzling down the windows and the grey color in the sky had everyone in an idle mood.
I sat listening to my iPod as Death Cab For Cutie set the mood for this crucial momen(more)t in my life.
I looked across the faded blue and green leather seats that were in every Metro North rail car in the tri-state area and I saw my sister. She looked just like me. The only subtle differences between her and I was her hair and her teeth. Her hair was a little darker, a little curlier and her teeth were from my dad while I had acquired my moms. We looked the same.
This girl who sat across from me was so similar, yet so different. I had fought her for my whole life. I had beat her up, I had yelled at her, called her names, and yet I found that as she sat across from me with her own music in her ears, she had the same look of despair on her face.
I had known her feeling of anguish and although she didn't say it I saw the depression creeping over her face as she solemnly looked out the train window. It was in this moment that I realized my sister and I were not so different. That all those years I was always against her were wasted on a battle I would never win. I would always love my sister. (less)
Elly swung her sword at the wooden targets, pretending they were Lord Edward instead, which was perhaps uncharitable and definitely borderline treasonous, but she couldn't help it. The man, currently practicing his archery in the far corner, was infuriating, though technically through no fault of his own, and Elly(more) found herself in the grip of jealously once again. It got to the point where she couldn't help but think of her lord as a rival for Maria's affections, and that won't do at all. Elly could almost hear her lover's admonitions if Maria ever found out about this impromptu fit, and Elly's evenings would be filled with lectures on how such behavior is petty and childish and entirely unbefitting of a knight.
It's just... Elly ran a hand through her sweat-stiff hair in frustration. She's fully aware that she has nothing to fear from him - why, he seemed utterly smitten with Aesa, and recently Maria had taken upon herself to initiate small public displays of affections, albeit only when both she and Elly were off-duty - but Maria's devotion as a knight was somewhat all-consuming. It seemed like there was never enough time just for themselves: it's always not now, Elise, I'm not officially off duty for another two hours; we need to be alert at all times, Elise, please stop that; we need to perform out duties as knights and ensure the lord's safety, Elise; why can't you take your oaths to our lord seriously, Elise and yeah, Elly's had enough. Stupid Maria.
She brought the blade down with a growl and - whoops. A chunk of the target went flying, narrowly missing her lord's face. She couldn't help the twinge of disappointment, but she does want Maria to be proud of her... so truce, m'lord.