it’s been 84 years

tierfal:

I’m alive!

And, thanks to @silmil-p-ain, so is the Leading the Blind ‘verse! They commissioned a sequel, and my stupid brain decided that that required something longer than the original fic, so… here we are. 😡

SAND AND GLASS (PART I) (@DW)

Ed fills his canister mug, screws the lid on, and makes a truly valiant attempt at a break for the door.

Despite the fact that Roy is (significantly) blind; and (slightly less significantly, but noteworthy nonetheless) sitting at the kitchen table with his back turned—apparently engrossed in an alchemically-lit newspaper, a mug of the coffee, and a plate of toast—the insuppressible bastard’s hand snaps out and catches Ed’s sleeve.  Roy doesn’t even look up, although Ed has to admit that that part would be a little redundant these days.

Roy does clear his throat, however, and then employ Amestris’s all-time-favorite radio voice to speak the words: “Coffee does not count as breakfast, my dearest love.”

“Shows what you know,” Ed says, but he can’t wriggle hard enough to twist free of Roy’s grip without jeopardizing the coffee.  “Leggo already.  I put sugar in it—it’s got calories and caffeine.  Isn’t that the entire point of breakfast?”