Doushite Tsumi ga aru no darou? Doushite batsu ga aru no darou?

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

*...He shouldn't have gone to the cemetery. That was the worst place to go, especially with his mind racing like this. A mind idle, without time to ponder life and death, especially with so much time to attain knowledge, tends to go into dangerous places fast when you let it. He had been thinking dangerous thoughts lately as it was.

...

What if he could stay?

If he could stay here, would he?

Did he want to go back, just to suffer through dying over and over again?

What if in this world, he could grow old and die, without any real repercussions?

Dangerous thoughts went to dangerous deeds. Hands that didn't touch alcohol were touching it by the shotful, drop after precious drop downed down a parched throat.

If it had meant to remove the dangerous thoughts, it did. But instead it made for a man not used to extreme amounts of alcohol leaning against a wall, panting heavily with a face flushed enough to resemble...something red and not cliche.*



{OOC: Yes, have a drunk!Fons. But be warned...any Eds that come in contact will probably be gromped on sight. >_>}

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[elricism.livejournal.com]

Edward was out getting some fresh air. His curiosity got the best of him when he spotted Alfons at the cemetery. What on earth was he doing there? Edward didn't like those kinds of places. They sorta gave him the creeps especially at night. He shrugged and walked into the place, making his way over to Alfons. He walked up behind him and took the bottle of whiskey out of his hand and looked at it."Drinking rots your liver." He said and gave a small smirk then took a swig from the bottle.

[elricism.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: wow pretend I threw in asterisks somewhere up there dfjghdfg. XD They're invisible idk.]]

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

*..........Alfons blinked once...

Then twice.

Wait, why was Ed taking away his drink? That wasn't a nice thing to do--'sides, he shouldn't drink either...'d mess with him. Make 'im sick. And Alfons looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooved Edward. Didn't want him sick. Ever ever.*

Can't drink, Ed. 'll get sick.

*Alfons tries his best to grab it back, but instead stumbles upon Edward, arms over his shoulders...almost draping himself over him.*

'N you can't get sick. 'Cause I said so.

[can-i-keep-it.livejournal.com]

...?

Are you ok?

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

*Wait.....him? Why was there him standing there in front of him?

.....

'S he gonna die again?*

.....

M'doppelganger?

[can-i-keep-it.livejournal.com]

Doppel..?

I see you in my dreams, if that's what you mean.... Are you ok?

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

...

Sie ist meine doppelganger...

..........

*Alfons stares at him still, and then glances off, babbling to himself in a low tone.*

....Doppelganger. Means 'm gonna die again...

[can-i-keep-it.livejournal.com]

What do you mean die again?

I'm not going to kill you!!!! I'd never...!!

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

....N-not gonna die?

*Alfons looks at him curiously, almost. Though his cheeks flush a bit more, blue eyes glazed over from the alcohol and his own pent-up memories...*

[can-i-keep-it.livejournal.com]

Why would you die?

[thundara-song.livejournal.com]

-Edward happened to be making his way across, exploring the area curiously, when he noticed the other, not looking...all that well-

Uh... -he hesitates, walking a bit closer-

You okay there?

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

Ed........?

Why're you...........

*Wait. He looked strange. Why was he.....? Was he hallucinatin' or somethin'? Why would Ed wear...?*

Why're you wearin' that?

[thundara-song.livejournal.com]

Hm? Wearing what...?

-he stares at the other for a moment, head tilting a bit to the side, pushing his glasses back up slightly. He looked...familiar, but not...-

...would your name happen to be Alfons?

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

*.....He doesn't remember. Of course he doesn't. Nobody does. He just dies and everyone forgets.*

...Dun remember either.

[thundara-song.livejournal.com]

...you don't...look so well...

Come on, you need to sit down and get away from here. Cemeteries are depressing enough as it is. -he eyes the bottle in the other's hand curiously, frowning- You shouldn't drink that, either, it's not good for you.

-he mutters a bit under his breath, taking the bottle and pulling Alfons along-

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

B-But...

It makes me f'get.

*But Alfons doesn't fight, rather allows himself to get pulled along. He's helpless like this anyways.*

Makes me f'get dyin'.

[thundara-song.livejournal.com]

...

-he stops, turning to stare up at Alfons, looking completely confused-

...forget dying? What are you talking about, you're fine...

[nearerthesun.livejournal.com]

...Alfons, what happened to you? Are you okay?

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

*Alfons looks at him, blinking.*

Ed...

Edward?

*Alfons leans forward, staring at him. The red flush on his face should be pretty obvious...*

[nearerthesun.livejournal.com]

*Oh, yeah. Ed just figures that he's sick, however.*

Are you okay? You don't look too good.

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

.............Y'worryin' 'bout me?

*Alfons stumbled towards him, half-falling on the man before using him to balance.*

......N-never...*hic*...u-used to. D-Din't ev'n know that I...

[nearerthesun.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah, I mean...

*Ed grabs his shoulders to hold him up, feeling a little awkward about this.*

What happened to you?

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

......Din't know th't I died. All the time. Always die. Doesn't matter when.

..............

*Alfons tries to hold himself up, but instead leans into Edward's strength to keep him up. Blue eyes shimmer slightly...heart beating hard.

...

Ed never 'membered that he died. Just...did what he wanted.

But...*

......Though y'always said y'loved me...

1/2

[nearerthesun.livejournal.com]

...*Finally figures it out, with some help from the smell of alcohol on Alfons's breath.* You're drunk, Alfons. Jeez, let's get you somewhere where you can sit--

[nearerthesun.livejournal.com]

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