The Family - Experimental/Incomplete
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twilight_lament[Acceptance: Bring Me In]
Gracia pushes a cup of tea into Roy's cold hands. The alchemist accepts it but does not raise his head. He feels like shit for coming here, for even calling Maes in the first place when the memories got to be too much to handle.
"He'll be back soon." Because when Roy had called strained and in pain only to cut the call off short, Maes had gone right over only to apparently miss Roy in transit.
"Gracia, I'm sorry I -" The door opening cuts Roy off. He looks up to see Maes standing in the doorway, dripping from the rain. Roy doesn't remember standing up or meeting Hughes somewhere in the distance between the door and the living room. What he does register are arms going around him and one hand leading his head without fail right to the shoulder, the space he's familiar with.
His shoulders start to shake and that rigid control of his breaks down. Hughes murmurs soft words in his ear that he doesn't understand but curl warmly in him none-the-less. Time passes - how much is unknown. Roy tenses when he starts to come back to himself. He shouldn't be here. This isn't fair to Hughes or Gracia. Their life isn't for him and -
- And then slimmer arms wrap around him from behind and a head leans against his back.
"It's okay. You're home." Gracia's voice and Maes' smile - Roy lets himself come undone again.
[Routine: Wrap Me Up]
A sleepy murmur and an arm around his waist all herald the arrival of Maes Hughes into the kitchen. It's no surprise when Roy feels half formed kisses on the back of his neck and a nose nuzzling into his hair line. It's also no surprise when he catches a hand sneaking towards the plate of sausage sitting next to the stove. In fact Roy has been expecting it.
"Maes." His tone fills with disapproval even if those lips on his neck are a little distracting. Feeling Maes Hughes' pout against his skin is worth it though. The would be thief's hand drops and curls around Roy instead - chin on his shoulder.
"Is Gracia still asleep?" Roy asks, catching the sight of Maes' face out of the corner of his eye.
"Mhmm. You're up early." Maes yawns, presses another kiss to the side of Roy's neck and slinks off to retrieve some coffee since he isn't going to be allowed to pilfer sausage. Roy watches Maes lean against the counter and wonders what that little grin is for. Hughes doesn't even look awake with his hair ruffled, and glasses slightly askew on his nose much less able to find something funny.
"What?"
"I should buy you an apron. Gracia's doesn't quite flatter your figure." The hand towel hits him right in the face.
Gracia pushes a cup of tea into Roy's cold hands. The alchemist accepts it but does not raise his head. He feels like shit for coming here, for even calling Maes in the first place when the memories got to be too much to handle.
"He'll be back soon." Because when Roy had called strained and in pain only to cut the call off short, Maes had gone right over only to apparently miss Roy in transit.
"Gracia, I'm sorry I -" The door opening cuts Roy off. He looks up to see Maes standing in the doorway, dripping from the rain. Roy doesn't remember standing up or meeting Hughes somewhere in the distance between the door and the living room. What he does register are arms going around him and one hand leading his head without fail right to the shoulder, the space he's familiar with.
His shoulders start to shake and that rigid control of his breaks down. Hughes murmurs soft words in his ear that he doesn't understand but curl warmly in him none-the-less. Time passes - how much is unknown. Roy tenses when he starts to come back to himself. He shouldn't be here. This isn't fair to Hughes or Gracia. Their life isn't for him and -
- And then slimmer arms wrap around him from behind and a head leans against his back.
"It's okay. You're home." Gracia's voice and Maes' smile - Roy lets himself come undone again.
[Routine: Wrap Me Up]
A sleepy murmur and an arm around his waist all herald the arrival of Maes Hughes into the kitchen. It's no surprise when Roy feels half formed kisses on the back of his neck and a nose nuzzling into his hair line. It's also no surprise when he catches a hand sneaking towards the plate of sausage sitting next to the stove. In fact Roy has been expecting it.
"Maes." His tone fills with disapproval even if those lips on his neck are a little distracting. Feeling Maes Hughes' pout against his skin is worth it though. The would be thief's hand drops and curls around Roy instead - chin on his shoulder.
"Is Gracia still asleep?" Roy asks, catching the sight of Maes' face out of the corner of his eye.
"Mhmm. You're up early." Maes yawns, presses another kiss to the side of Roy's neck and slinks off to retrieve some coffee since he isn't going to be allowed to pilfer sausage. Roy watches Maes lean against the counter and wonders what that little grin is for. Hughes doesn't even look awake with his hair ruffled, and glasses slightly askew on his nose much less able to find something funny.
"What?"
"I should buy you an apron. Gracia's doesn't quite flatter your figure." The hand towel hits him right in the face.