eirian84's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Snippet I'm bored, & I'm d/ling stuff, so I thought I'd type something up - & it's more fun to do it in my diary than in a notepad file. So, here's a snippet of story from the Alternate Ed idea I... "borrowed" from Cofie. It's what I call a 'doodle', which means I'm making it up as I go, so there's no real structure to it. This is my creative process at work! He didn't speak. Not that Edward cared - the guy creeped him out. There was this vibe to him, this 'I'm-wallowing-in-misery-&-no-one-can-help-me' feeling. Like he was the only one with problems. Edward hated it when people acted like the world was out to get them, as if their problems were so much more important than everyone else's. He'd arrived just after dinner*, knocking on the door hesitantly. As Mother went to answer the door, Edward and Alphonse had glanced out the side window in curiosity. Alphonse had gasped and said that he looked like Edward. But Edward had seen something else. The man looked nervous, glancing at the house as if he didn't understand why it was there. When Mother had opened the door, the stranger had gasped and jerked back, actually tripping in his haste to get away. He'd fallen to the ground and could only stare at her, looking... If Edward didn't know any better (and really, the way things were going, he didn't), he'd say the other boy was scared. But, of his mother? That was ridiculous! Everyone knew that Trisha Elric was the sweetest, most compassionate woman in Rizembool. "Trisha?" Father had called from the kitchen doorway, moving toward her to see what was going on. "Who is it?" The stranger had transferred his scared gaze from his mother to his father, and a look of anger crossed his face. Edward was getting very confused by that time - did this boy know his parents or something? He wasn't quite sure what possessed him to go stand beside his father in the doorway. He would say it was simple curiosity to see this newcomer up-close. That's what he'd tell his parents if they asked. But really... he didn't like the way this boy was looking at them, as if he knew them, knew something about them that Edward didn't. Edward knew his parents, not this stranger! It was an irrational, ugly feeling, like jealousy, only... why should he be jealous of this stranger? Why should he be jealous of this stranger? Canon Ed Not that that's anything new, of course, but Ed hates not knowing what's going on. It's like all those times when Roy would send him off on some stupid, piddly little military mission, and he wound up doing something to further either himself or Roy. He hated it when Roy did that, mostly because he'd never just tell Ed what was going on. "If I'd told you, would you have done it?" Stupid, arrogant prick. Ed had decided that, until he could tell otherwise, he'd go on the assumption that he was either dreaming, or hallucinating; either way, this wasn't real. How could it be real, when there seemed to be another him running around. He'd realized it as soon as he'd seen the boy standing in the doorway. Boy, hmmph. This was a young man, with long hair in a (rather girly, if you asked Ed) ponytail, glasses perched on his nose like his father's, and wearing a button-down long-sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled back. Rolled back to reveal two flesh-and-blood arms. But there was no denying that this was supposed to be him. The eyes, even behind glasses, shone gold and distrusting. Ed had seen that expression plenty of times; in shop windows, in reflective water, in Al's armor. It was his expression of choice. He blamed the passing out on extreme shock to his nervous system. He didn't faint, dammit! It was just, seeing his mother alive and well and whole, and seeing his father with her, looking happy, and then seeing himself, also whole and healthy, if not happy, that did it. But he didn't faint, dammit. Okay, I think Edward came out a little OOC. I mean, he's still Ed, yet he's different, because he's grown up 1)w/ parents, & 2)he isn't plagued by guilt for trapping Al in a suit of armor, & doesn't have automail. He knows nothing of Homunculi or talking chimaera or Ishbalan masacres or being a dog of the military @ the age of 12... so yeah, he's gonna be OOC, but still... he's got to have that quintessential "Ed"ness, that smart-ass, I-know-what-I'm-talking-about attitude. Also... that didn't come out as I'd expected. But I liked where it ended, so I just stopped there. I was going to write how, the next day, Ed starts speaking, but not telling them anything about himself, but... eh. Plus, while I was still writing for Alternate Edward, I got this idea where Alphonse is staying somewhere else, & when he comes back, Ed's so overcome that he forgets what he's doing & jumps up & hugs him, crying, "Al!" Much confusion ensues (especially coz Al's got this look on his face like, "get this crazy-person off me, please!") See, this is what happens in my doodles - they tend to go off in their own little directions, & I'm helpless to stop them. I don't write this stuff, so much as transcribe it. Heeh. ^_~V 4:53 a.m. - 2006-02-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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