For Freya Crescent

[armoured]

[The cold was what woke Al up from a dream about roast lamb, his stomach rumbling into the silence loudly.

Wait... why was it cold? He should be on the island with his brother, he should have woken up to the smell of cooking rabbit or fish, but he's somehow in a little wooden house and shivering violently with just his shorts and sleeveless shirt.]

Brother? ...Ed?

[A tentative pad into the next room revealed a huge pet that must belong to the person who lived here, though why they would put clothes on an animal was beyond him. Is it some sort of species of dog? It has to be, even if it looks more rodent-like, it's too big for anything else.

Thankfully he quite likes animals, so he bends down to offer a hand out in the hope this one is friendly. Maybe if he can not get eaten by the family pet, he can figure out whose home he's ended up in.]

Hey there, little guy. It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you.

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i tossed together a couple icons to go the full kawaii trash mile

[lancingintherain]

[all curled up on the floor beside the standard-issue Norfinbury backpack and coat (red), her eyes closed and her hands loosely tucked under her chin, Freya looks peacefully asleep. The truth, though, is that she'd woken up a few minutes ago, but stayed lying still as soon as she'd realized two things: that she was on the floor of a strange house, and that someone was moving in the other room.]

[the mystery only deepens when Al speaks up. Has she been kidnapped? Who the fuck is this dweeb? He sounds at least a couple years younger than her—too young to kidnap anybody. Then again, who says he's not just home alone while the real kidnappers are out buying groceries or something?]

[after a brief inner debate where she tries to think of what a Real Dragon Knight would do in this kind of situation, she tosses out all those ideas, blinks her eyes open, fixes him with a sharp glare, and zeroes in on the pettiest detail of all:]

I'm a girl.

that... is the cutest thing ever

[armoured]

[Al's mouth falls open and his eyes open as wide as saucers in an expression that's so surprised that it almost seems like a comedy exaggeration. He stumbles back a couple of steps and trips over his own feet, going down onto his butt with an 'ooph'.]

You--

[No, that's insane. He must be seeing things, hallucinating like when Ed ate the ants, this is just bad rabbit or something.

He just ends up flopped on the ground staring, because seriously WHAT?!]

[lancingintherain]

[as he flops over onto his butt, she leaps to her feet, startled into FIGHT MODE by his over-the-top reaction. She glances around, and behind her, thinking he's seen something awful, but she snaps back to look at him when she sees nothing there.]

What? What is it?

[she raises her fists defensively, and shifts into a fighting stance. She tries to raise her voice, too, to sound intimidating, but the panic she's trying to push down just makes it come out higher-pitched.]

Are you with them?

[armoured]

[This is it, he's gone insane at the tender age of seven, what a tragedy.

He rubs the back of his hand over his eyes fiercely as if to try and dispel the hallucination, but it doesn't work and she starts talking again in that all too real sounding voice.]

W-With who?

[His voice sounds tiny in comparison, faint as if he hasn't really committed to reply to this nonsense yet.]

[lancingintherain]

Them! Whoever's taken me.

[she takes a step towards him.]

Where're you from—Alexandria? Treno? ...There's a ransom, right? How much is it?

[armoured]

[He shakes his head dumbly, his eyes still fixed on her face as if she's either the eighth wonder of the world or the most terrifying monster that has ever been created.]

No, I... I'm lost too.

[Is this really happening? He feels so bizarre, half convinced this must be a dream.]

Are you real?

[lancingintherain]

[with how nervous she is and the way he's staring at her, she blushes bright enough for her ears to turn pinker at the tips.]

Huh? I—what? Of course I am...?

[she takes another step into his personal space, but more cautiously.]

...You all right? You don't look all right. [with a bit of fierceness:] ...But don't you dodge the question! Prove you were kidnapped, too, and I'll believe you.

[armoured]

[Maybe he hit his head or something? He kind of remembers reading about chimeras in some of the alchemical textbooks in his father's study, but all of them had been quite clear that they were spliced animals and incapable of speech or intelligent thought this way.]

How am I supposed to prove that?!

[Indignation startles him out of his shock for a moment.]

I don't exactly have a piece of paper on me that says: Alphonse Elric was kidnapped.