Theme: #12 Spectator Ion

Pairing: Roy/Ed

Some things couldn't be easily explained in bolded terms, in empirical formulae, or in laboratory results scribbled on parchment in the haste of the scientist's enthusiasm. Some things didn't fit neatly into categories, or journals, or carefully labeled cobalt bottles in an apothecary. Some things just didn't. This was what Edward Elric had learned.

And then, some things were too encompassing for the researcher to even try his hand at all at categorization or labels. Some things, like this heat at the back of his neck right now, or the flush in his cheeks, or the way the bottom of his feet tingled like he was walking on battery acid - in the best way possible.

Some things, he decided, were not the domain of the mind. Sometimes, the mind could just stand off to the side and busy itself with examining blades of grass and sucking all the romanticism out of the night sky that it possibly could. Edward, at heart, was a deeply scientific person. And he had thought, if he tried hard enough, he could look at everything - alchemy, gastronomy, wildflowers, this - with the logic of the researchers he had grown up admiring.

But the warm lips on the back of his neck and the dark bangs tickling his ear lobe were lighting a torch on his reason and laughing as it sizzled away, bright and brilliant like magnesium.

"Do you want me to stop, Fullmetal?"

But some things, some things, some things could not be explained away with theorems and hypotheses of the mind. No. In some things, like this thing, the brain could be a spectator, yielding nothing.