05-02-2018, 04:17 PM
Hughes had hoped that he was wrong that night.
He had always thought Roy was a tough asshole. Even without his alchemy, he would be hard to take down, with his perseverance and determination. It was why he was so hesitant to believe that he had died. He wasn't sure how he could have died, and if it had been anything like he had, he surely would have gotten away. Or maybe his end had come differently than his. But it didn't matter, because he wasn't dead. Maybe something with his alchemy or whatever had malfunctioned. Or the homunculi had done something. He had just come here somehow, and they had to send him back.
Even though he told himself this over and over, he was still kept up that night, his mind buzzing with all the worst case scenarios. What if Roy had died? And even if he hadn't, what if there was no way to get him back to Amestris? Was he stuck here forever, with his dead best friend? Hughes felt like a burden to him, although none of this was really his fault.
He decided that none of his attempts at sleeping were going to work, no matter how tired he was--it had been a while since he had a good night's sleep, after all. He was either too busy thinking to sleep, or his nightmares inevitably woke him up. During the days, he always tried to look like his optimistic, jovial self, but his exhaustion was clear in his glassy eyes and in his sluggish movements. He just wasn't himself anymore.
But the canine didn't have time to worry about that. He was more worried about his friend, who he had caught walking out of his room, then out of the observatory. He figured that there would be a repeat of their conversation a few nights ago, which made his stomach drop. He wasn't sure if he was ready to talk about what had happened again, as he could barely handle it the first time. But if it helped Roy on his journey towards the top, then so be it. He takes a deep breath before trailing after the bobcat.
The early morning was chilly. A breeze rushed through, ruffling his fur and making him shiver. He stops, observing the array of purples and oranges coloring the sky, before turning to look at Roy's back. Hughes is about to step forward, making his presence known, before he starts to speak. Then he pauses. 'So, Hughes you were right the whole entire time,' his heart drops into his stomach. The chill running through his body is no longer caused by the temperature. His mouth opens to say something, but it only opens and closes like a stranded fish's, nothing coming to mind. He couldn't believe they were both stuck here.
"You can't be," Hughes finally manages in a breathless tone, sounding almost defeated. His sleepiness is suddenly as clear as day on his face. "How...how?!"
"SPEECH"
He had always thought Roy was a tough asshole. Even without his alchemy, he would be hard to take down, with his perseverance and determination. It was why he was so hesitant to believe that he had died. He wasn't sure how he could have died, and if it had been anything like he had, he surely would have gotten away. Or maybe his end had come differently than his. But it didn't matter, because he wasn't dead. Maybe something with his alchemy or whatever had malfunctioned. Or the homunculi had done something. He had just come here somehow, and they had to send him back.
Even though he told himself this over and over, he was still kept up that night, his mind buzzing with all the worst case scenarios. What if Roy had died? And even if he hadn't, what if there was no way to get him back to Amestris? Was he stuck here forever, with his dead best friend? Hughes felt like a burden to him, although none of this was really his fault.
He decided that none of his attempts at sleeping were going to work, no matter how tired he was--it had been a while since he had a good night's sleep, after all. He was either too busy thinking to sleep, or his nightmares inevitably woke him up. During the days, he always tried to look like his optimistic, jovial self, but his exhaustion was clear in his glassy eyes and in his sluggish movements. He just wasn't himself anymore.
But the canine didn't have time to worry about that. He was more worried about his friend, who he had caught walking out of his room, then out of the observatory. He figured that there would be a repeat of their conversation a few nights ago, which made his stomach drop. He wasn't sure if he was ready to talk about what had happened again, as he could barely handle it the first time. But if it helped Roy on his journey towards the top, then so be it. He takes a deep breath before trailing after the bobcat.
The early morning was chilly. A breeze rushed through, ruffling his fur and making him shiver. He stops, observing the array of purples and oranges coloring the sky, before turning to look at Roy's back. Hughes is about to step forward, making his presence known, before he starts to speak. Then he pauses. 'So, Hughes you were right the whole entire time,' his heart drops into his stomach. The chill running through his body is no longer caused by the temperature. His mouth opens to say something, but it only opens and closes like a stranded fish's, nothing coming to mind. He couldn't believe they were both stuck here.
"You can't be," Hughes finally manages in a breathless tone, sounding almost defeated. His sleepiness is suddenly as clear as day on his face. "How...how?!"
"SPEECH"