“Brother,” Al says, more softly now, “can’t you at least try? Of all people… Colonel Mustang understands. He understands all of it. I love Winry more than I can put into words, and I know you do, too, but she could never… she just… hasn’t lived it. Hasn’t lived like we have, on the edge, in the fire. But he has. You’d never have to explain yourself to him. How often is a chance like that going to come along, Ed? How often are you going to find someone who knows everything there is to know about you and wants you anyway?”
- ‘Leading the Blind’ by Tierfal
(If there is ever a more perfect paragraph than the above to describe why I ship these losers, strike me down with something blunt and full of nails I DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM SHUT UP)
Here’s my contribution to the (gratefully delayed) start of RoyEd week! While this photo was not inspired by Leading the Blind per se, I have not been able to get this God-forsaken paragraph out of my head, so, here you go.
Please enjoy while I deposit myself directly into the trash.
Ed Elric and edit: Yours truly
Colonel Fuckwit Roy Mustang: My dear, long-suffering Forrest, who valiantly put up with not only being rained on for hours, but also my bullshit. (He also made that uniform BY HAND and deserves the highest of fives for that damned collar alone.)
Photographer: Our wonderfully patient friend Jude, whose capacity for angsty nonsense rivals even my own (and whose url escapes me because I am a terrible friend).
More to come as the week goes on!
(Side note: I am aware that RoyEd is not everyone’s cup of tea, so please be kind and respectful, regardless of preferences, and tag things accordingly!)