The Knight in Slightly Tarnished Armor (yuuo) wrote in chaotic_library, @ 2007-06-11 18:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1st person, alphonse elric, ed and al, edward elric, flash fiction, fma, fma: anime, fma: manga, gen, y-52flavours, yuuo, yuuo-lj, yuuo: fma |
[Edward Elric; Alphonse Elric; PG] Bratja
Theme: #10, One True Thing
Characters: Edward and Alphonse Elric
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG for darker themes that are briefly touched upon
Notes:All standard disclaimers apply. First person POV, only... O_o it's like...both of them. They're speaking as one person kinda, and I have no idea what POV that would be. Crazy characters.
Title: Bratja
Author: yuuo
Word Count:325 Ironically,the first draft was exactly thirty-three words less than that, which is the age that Christ was when he was crucified. The part that was added? A passing reference to the crucifixion of Christ. That was beyond not intentional.
Summary: We are brothers in arms. Bound by blood..."
Original LJ Post Date: July 7, 2005 @ 52_Flavours
"Family is a state of heart and mind and should never be debased and defiled by being reduced to a mere definition of genetics."
-Zanne Chaos
Bratja
They say that blood is thicker than wine.
But the heart is stronger than blood.
We are brothers in arms. Bound by blood. We are more than our shared blood. We are family. We are brothers not just of blood, but of heart and spirit as well.
It is our shared blood that brought this common burden to our small shoulders. But it is our shared soul, our hearts that beat together that pull us through it. Where one goes, so goes the other. Not even death shall separate us.
We are brothers. In mind and spirit, we are equal and opposite, our souls fused together by blood given, by love sacrificed not upon a tree but upon a cold, blood-stained floor in a perfect alchemical transmutation, two opposites being recreated into one thing, our strengths filling in the gaps of each other's weaknesses until there's a cohesive whole, strong and unbreakable.
We are brothers in arms. Bound by blood. Bound by soul. Bound by the darkness that has reached down from Heaven and wrapped us in its cold embrace, blinding us as we wander down this path together. It is because our outstretched hands are clinging to each other's that we are able to move forward safely. We will not bend, we will not break, and we will not give in until we've found the way safely home.
We are brothers in arms, and our journey is long, and cold and lonely. The abyss reaches out to swallow us and each day is a battle to survive, to not crumble under the weight of the sins that cripple souls grown old too fast. But when one falls, the other will be there to catch him. That is what brothers are.
We are bound by blood, bound by soul, bound by purpose, and soon, we shall no longer burn to be brothers in arms. In that day, we will rest, and simply be home.