Oh, would ya look at that, I'm updating! Amazing, I know. And I have two co hosts, people from my brain. Peoples, this is Shadow and Icarus.

Icarus: Hi.

Shadow: -waves-

Me: If you would guys?

Shadow and Icarus: Meso doesn't own FMA. And vote on her poll.

Light

He yawned and opened his eyes to find light filtering into the room. It must have late morning or early afternoon, because the room was warm.

He yawned and shifted slightly, smiling when he saw Ranfan lying next to him, curled up slightly.

Ling reached out an arm to hug her, but stiffened quite suddenly. His movement had tugged back the blanket, revealing Ranfan's automail. It glittered in the soft light that filtered through the window.

Ling wanted to puke. Every time he saw her automail, it reminded him that he screwed up. Even now that he was emperor, that he had convinced her to marry him. After all this time, her automail caused him pain to look at.

"Young Master?" Ranfan asked, slowly opening her eyes. What had once been a term to address Ling had become somewhat more of an affectionate nickname… so to speak.

Ling said nothing, and Ranfan frowned, catching him staring at her automail yet again.

"Young Master… Ling. Why do you torture yourself like this? What's done is done. Please, stop acting like because I have a prosthetic I am just a shadow of what I was. It doesn't matter if my arm is flesh or not. Metaphorically speaking, you're the light that keeps me going." This was probably the most Ranfan had ever said, but it seemed to snap ling out of his trance.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, pulling her into a hug.

And there you have it. Like, dislike? Icarus, if you'd do the honors?

Icarus: R&R