dear_mun | re: au musebox shenanigans

[ Oh, no doubt. Switched places, their situations would be the same. Then again, that would only be logical. ]

Well, I mean... how's he doing?

Oh- well.

[How's he doing.] He does a lot of research... Travelling.

[Irony. Edward Elric settled down, and the little brother that wanted to go home more than anything hasn't yet.] He comes back to Central enough, so I still get to see him....

[Is she- rambling? Maybe, a bit.]

I think he's secretly planning a way to kill Roy so that it seems like an accident-

[A flash of a nervous smile. That... was a joke,

right?

A chuckle. Almost breathless.]

He's great.

[ Gapes just a fraction because the thought of Al killing anyone is frightening to say the least. And while her other self is laughing, she gets the sense that it's not entirely a joke.

Idly, she wonders what her own Al would do. ]

That idiot, he should know better than that. Good that he comes to visit though. He got his body back in your world too?

[The ears flatten back against her hair as eyes narrow thoughtfully, before speaking.] He thought... Mustang made the whole thing up to get me to sleep with him. [A sigh.] I'm not really sure he's entirely convinced this isn't somehow still his fault.

[but it wasn't - if anything, she was the one that had a crush on the Colonel way before all of this even started. It was hard to get him to think of her as much more than a child, before the bond happened.]

Yeah... [There's a faint smile with that answer.]

That was my first priority, I didn't let any of this get in the way. Once he was back in real flesh and blood and- out pursuing his own dream...

[Another shrug] Al didn't need me. I didn't see much reason not to move in-

[but that's another topic all together.]

Sounds complicated.

[ A quiet snort at that, for when is the life on an Elric ever not complicated? ]

Sounds like Al being Al. He probably just wanted to make sure you'd be alright. _{Wouldn't doubt if it was the colonel's fault either.}

[ Slips her hands into her coat, giving her head a shake so that long hair cascades down her back and out of her face. ]

All sounds like what I'd do, really. My Al, though... he wouldn't leave if I wanted him too.

[ And that's what prompts a small smile out of her. ]

'course it's complicated. [Because the answer to that question is simply never.]

Yeah... [but at that quiet part she stiffens, voice tense.] It's not his fault. No one chooses to be someone else's slave...

[He wouldn't. Not just to get in her pants, or whatever. Not when he had so much planned for his own future, that this changed.]

[but she smiles faintly at that last part, knowing this Ed would never understand why her Al had left - and why she hadn't asked him to stay or tried to go with him.]

[ Hold the phone. Back up. Wait a moment. All else is mentally set aside as the murmur of "slave" catches her attention. ]

Wait— Slave? You're his... slave?

[-- what?

She's staring. Staring at that, because what the fuck - that's not what she said at all.

Her ears flick before she composes herself, looking away again.]

[Softly.] No.

[Her tail sways slightly as she looks away, clearing her throat.]

No... He's mine.

[ Oh.

Oh.

That changes things. And perhaps she's dwelling too much on her own situation, letting thoughts project. Guh, so stupid. She's such a damn idiot.

Scratching the back of her neck, she shifts her gaze away, frowning more to herself than anything else. ]

Well. That's not so bad.

[Her gaze snaps up, abruptly] Not so bad-?

[She almost looks... angry.]

Have you ever unwillingly taken someone else's freedom? I bet you'd like to see Mustang change his entire future because of you, right?

[A pause.] ... You ever have to watch every little thing you say, because the dumbest sentence could be taken as an order?

[ Biting down on her lip, she winces, not realizing to what extent her other self had meant. Once again, she's letting her own situation dictate her feelings. ]

That bastard...

[ There's bite in her tone, as if she's preparing to say that she would, but it quickly fades because she also knows better. She wouldn't want anyone to experience that. ]

No. Nobody deserves that.

[Yeah, it seemed all sunshine and rainbows for awhile. She'd actually enjoyed it, the excuse to get close to him, the fact that he was paying attention to her- even if she didn't believe the bull shit that was being fed to them about magical bonds and all that.

He'd taken it so seriously though, it was... weird. And then he'd dropped everything and become obsessed with making her happy.

She sounds almost ... wistful.]

It made me happy, at first. He couldn't just dismiss me- but it's taken over his life.. and these stupid fights we get into-

[She looks up, lingering concern and anger in her expression - not that any of this would make sense to her other self.]

He was going alone, to protect me - which only made him weaker.

[with the last part, she sounded annoyed.] It's like he thinks I can't tolerate a little pain.

[ She goes quiet as well, mulling over all of this new information. It seems strange to even think that the colonel would go to such extents. Protective as he can be sometimes, it's never seemed that overt. Whatever bond it is her other self has forged with him must be deeper than her bond with Al. ]

That idiot. You'd think he'd know better by now.

[A sigh, golden eyes closing as if the conversation was giving her a headache.] He's getting worse instead of better...

[Didn't think that was possible.

And a beat-]

What about you..? I mean, in your world, are you and Mustang...? [because she sure as hell blushed like she wanted to be.]

What a dumbass.

[ A snort, and then her other self's question registers. Is she...? Suddenly, color returns vividly to her cheeks and her eyes widen. ]

The colonel... and me?

What? No—! I mean...

We... did... kinda sleep together...

But that was only because that bastard wouldn't give me the paperwork to get out of the military! They would've taken Al and used him for experiments! I couldn't let that happen, so I...

[ God, she's blushing so hard now, fingers thrust deep into the pockets of her coat as she begins to pace. ]

I always knew that bastard had his eyes on me. I could tell, making those comments about stupid shit like a lady like me doesn't need to be in the military and I should really think about settling down and—

[ A beat and she stops pacing, all but scowling at the ground. ]

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