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Title: Though My Hands Are Hauling Ceaselessly
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (movieverse)
Rating: PG
Pairings: Ed x Hei (but pretty one-sided)
Summary: Alfons knows it'll never happen.
ObDisclaimer: Arakawa-san's, of course, not mine.

Notes: This started as a drabble. I find that very funny now that it's 4000 words. The poem the title comes from is posted here. But here's the relevant bit:

and you will never rise to the surface
though my hands are hauling ceaselessly
and I do not know your way at all,
you in the half-light without sleep

I know they didn't really meet in Munich. By the time I double-checked, though, I really liked the setting and the way it was coming out, so I left it. :( Besides, I figure there are few enough details given canonically that I have a little leeway. Thanks to havocmangawip for her kind words about the first draft! I ♥ all feedback.

( Without my knowing it you are at the bottom of my mind )

Some random thoughts.

I may be writing a cracktastic crossover that seems less cracktastic the more I think about it. This morning Polly Plummer and Edward Elric were having a chat in my head about parallel universes. It seems like the idea of Narnia would fit into the FMA movie really well with just a little bit of a nudge (spoilery weather ahead... like, what if it's Shamballa?), but I'm almost afraid to go find The Magician's Nephew because I think Polly's timeframe may be a wee bit early.

Speaking of crack, I got my first-ever BPAL shipment yesterday, and I'm wearing Brisingamen right now. It's yummy.

And speaking of FMA, I met a funny British girl in the Japan store in Epcot. I was oohing and aahing over the Roy Mustang doll, and she said "Why do girls always like Roy? Ed is better." Which, yeah, but there's a bit of the naughty sick and wrong in being 32 and thinking an animated teenager is hot.

My layout person on the Book from Hell asked if we could put her in the production credits as Alan Smithee. Heh.