[23] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Dark night needing

[grassangel]

Title: Dark night needing

Theme: 23. women who long, love, lust
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy, implied Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All in italics is from 'The need' by Rod McKuen. 1st, 3rd and 6th stanzas respectively.
In no way do I own his wonderful poetry nor any rights to Fullmetal Alchemist.
Note: Well, sorry about making it about Roy and not someone like Riza. And points go to whoever can figure out what I meant by the end.

It's nice sometimes
to open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It proves you're still alive.

It's been cold. There is ice everywhere, frozen over everything, a tomb of ice. Enclosing, surrounding.
It's over my head and I'm standing here stranded; I can't do a thing about it.
I can do nothing about this frozen heart.

Can't skewer it with a red hot poker, can't smash it against these mountains.
There is no way to remove its ice, the fragile shell it's built around it.

It beats; cold and unfeeling, dead.I'm here.
However wretchedly I feel,
I feel.

There is snow inside and out, blank landscapes everywhere.
Fire flickers shallowly, sparse warmth radiating and half filling the room, leaking through the cracks before it can actually heat the bare shack up.
Eyes gaze at the flames, their intensity lifeless enough to quench any man's desire to continue living. They look souless and devoid of any will.
He reaches out to stoke the fire, eyes sparking back into life a little before the job is done and he sits back down, once again lifeless.

The dark haired man surrounded by snow has lost his love and is dead.

It happens
just because we need
to want and to be
wanted, too,
when love is here or gone
to lie down in the darkness
and listen to the warm.

Night lasts forever here, snow obscuring dawn and dusk, the darkness strangely warm and comforting in these mountains of cold heartlessness.
He has never been comforted by the dim twilight; he's only ever found it in soft gold laying upon his pillow and warmth pressing down on him. There was no golden glow up here, none anywhere anymore.
It pained him slightly and opened his heart up to be frozen by his surroundings.

So he lays down in the dark, it laying close and suffocating, only finding comfort in his own warmth.