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[FMA fic; Elricest, R] Now Comes the Night: Epilogue
Title: Now Comes the Night: Epilogue
Author: annabeth_fics, Lily
Pairing: Elricest
Genre: angst, yaoi, angsty angst.
Rating: R
Warnings: DEATHFIC, incest
word count: 396
Notes: Al’s point of view; takes place after the main body of the fic. The idea behind this fic was that Al was a little not right in the head after his transmutation, and he cooked up the idea of a suicide pact, only without Edward’s knowledge or agreement. Hence the following...
Summary: ...and it was, as he promised his brother, quite painless, really.


Epilogue to “Now Comes the Night”

Al slowly let go of the pillow, pushing it off of Edward’s flushed, lifeless face, a single tear clinging to his cheek. He gathered his beautiful older brother up in his arms, rocking back and forth heartbrokenly, well-aware that while he had only done what he ought, it was more painful than he’d expected it would be.

Edward’s automail arm was pressed against his ribcage, the most dead part of his brother in life now feeling like his most living part, as the gears slowly lost the movement granted to them by his nerves. Al pressed a wet kiss to Edward’s forehead, eyes closing, rocking, rocking...

Al woke, aching all over from sleeping in such an awkward position. The bed felt cold to him now, and outside, the first blush of dawn was creeping through the blinds. Gently he lowered his older brother back down to the bed, stood up and stretched, yawned. He lifted Edward reverently, carrying him into the bathroom. He ran the bathwater, staring sightlessly into the filling tub, seeing only an endless reel of images of his brother: their childhood, their journey, their love consummated.

When the tub was full, Al manuevered himself and his brother awkwardly into the bathtub, uncaring about the water that sluiced over the side. He took a deep breath and let it out, then another deep breath.

He exhaled sharply and positioned Edward so that his gorgeous naked body was sprawled over his own, then lifted Ed’s razor from the side of the tub.

It was a lot easier than he expected, really. Smothering Edward had been the hardest part -- he hadn’t expected him to struggle. Edward’s weight was a welcome compression on his chest, making it far more difficult for him to breathe. There was only a split second of pain, really, for each wrist, and then he was sliding his head under the water, his long hair straggling across his face, the brightness of the bathroom fading as he closed his eyes.

He could feel the warmth of the water increasing, taste the cloying sweetness as it trickled into his mouth, but he dragged Edward’s automail arm over his mouth and nose, and it was, as he promised his brother, quite painless, really. One moment he could feel his lungs burning for oxygen, and the next moment, he felt nothing at all.

end.

When the hour is upon us
And our beauty surely gone
No you will not be forgotten
No you will not be alone

And when the day has all but ended
And our echo starts to fade
No you will not be alone then
And you will not be afraid

-Now Comes the Night (Rob Thomas)