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omfg more Ed angst from Star! O_O And I cell shaded this one O_o I haven't done that since Halloween, wtf *scratches head* I also just sorta threw the background together, it's nothing fancy so forgive me for the crappiness. Alright, this drawing actually began from listening to the song Home, by Chris Daughtry. Amazing song! This is NOT IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM YAOI SO PLEASE DON'T LOOK AT IT LIKE THAT!! It's merely Alfons concerned for his best friend. Besides, I <3 Alfons and I haven't drawn him much! Anyway, I have the lyrics to Home here and I also write a very small piece to go with this picture, which I might turn into a full blown one-shot and possibly songfic ^_^

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old.
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

Don't those lyrics just scream "Edward" all over? I sure think so xD He's just really longing to go home in this drawing. And here is the small writing bit I did for this piece.

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He'd been taking a walk around the city for quite awhile; just something that always helped to clear his head. Edward wasn't sure how long he'd been gone nor did he really care for that matter. He'd done so much traveling, searching for a way to go back home. Back to his little brother Alphonse, the woman he realized he was in love with only too late, Winry Rockbell. Oh how he longed to find his way back to Granny Pinako, back to that bastard General Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Major Armstrong and all of the other members of the military he'd grown close to. He missed home. There was just no other word for it. A light snow was beginning to fall as he made his way down the Munich outskirts. Edward stopped to admire the river that had iced over and watched the falling white flakes begin to build a small blanket over the top of the sparkling, frozen water. He leaned up against the fence, staring out into the night and wondering what his little brother and Winry were doing at this time. They were most likely putting up the Christmas Tree, or having hot cocoa and snuggling in front of the fire like they'd done every year. This was going to be his first Christmas without his little brother or Winry. The young scientist continued to walk, gazing at the piles of snow that lay scattered across the ground. The grass felt stiff and crispy underneath his boots, but he paid it no mind and just continued on, wondering about his family and wondering about home. All he had here was Alfons Heiderich. A young man who very much resembled his younger brother and who he'd become very close friends to.

Edward found himself a spot in the grass and plopped down, bitting his lip to fight back lonely, bitter tears. He missed everyone so much. He was lonely and nobody could fill the empty void in his heart the way that Alphonse and Winry could. He reached his left hand up, placing it carefully on his counterfiet limb. He hated these limbs he wore in this world. When he tried to bring back his brother, his right arm and left leg were taken once more. For the first time in his life, at this very moment, he longed for the automail that Winry had always so graciously and generously put so much thought and time into to make for him. Edward choked back a sob and allowed the tears to escape, streaming uncerimoniously down his cheeks. He never did hear the footsteps approach him from behind.

"There you are," came a familiar voice. "I was wondering where you'd went off too. You've been gone for a really long time, Ed. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," Edward replied in a voice barely above a whisper. He fought shamefully to keep the trepidation out of his tones, but he just couldn't.

"Are you alright, Ed? What's wrong?" Alfons questioned, worry imminent in his tone.

"I just wanna go home, Alfons. I miss my brother and I miss Winry. All I want is to just go home," he told him, allowing himself to succumb to his sobs of longing, of bitterness, of lonliness...

"Just so you know, you're not alone Ed. I'm here for you too," the rocket engineer told him, kneeling down behind his friend and placing a hand on his shoulder.
~~~~

Sad huh? Yeah, I'm feeling sad so I produce sad art. Anyway, hope you like it.

Description
omfg more Ed angst from Star! O_O And I cell shaded this one O_o I haven't done that since Halloween, wtf *scratches head* I also just sorta threw the background together, it's nothing fancy so forgive me for the crappiness. Alright, this drawing actually began from listening to the song Home, by Chris Daughtry. Amazing song! This is NOT IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM YAOI SO PLEASE DON'T LOOK AT IT LIKE THAT!! It's merely Alfons concerned for his best friend. Besides, I <3 Alfons and I haven't drawn him much! Anyway, I have the lyrics to Home here and I also write a very small piece to go with this picture, which I might turn into a full blown one-shot and possibly songfic ^_^

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old.
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

Don't those lyrics just scream "Edward" all over? I sure think so xD He's just really longing to go home in this drawing. And here is the small writing bit I did for this piece.

~~~~
He'd been taking a walk around the city for quite awhile; just something that always helped to clear his head. Edward wasn't sure how long he'd been gone nor did he really care for that matter. He'd done so much traveling, searching for a way to go back home. Back to his little brother Alphonse, the woman he realized he was in love with only too late, Winry Rockbell. Oh how he longed to find his way back to Granny Pinako, back to that bastard General Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Major Armstrong and all of the other members of the military he'd grown close to. He missed home. There was just no other word for it. A light snow was beginning to fall as he made his way down the Munich outskirts. Edward stopped to admire the river that had iced over and watched the falling white flakes begin to build a small blanket over the top of the sparkling, frozen water. He leaned up against the fence, staring out into the night and wondering what his little brother and Winry were doing at this time. They were most likely putting up the Christmas Tree, or having hot cocoa and snuggling in front of the fire like they'd done every year. This was going to be his first Christmas without his little brother or Winry. The young scientist continued to walk, gazing at the piles of snow that lay scattered across the ground. The grass felt stiff and crispy underneath his boots, but he paid it no mind and just continued on, wondering about his family and wondering about home. All he had here was Alfons Heiderich. A young man who very much resembled his younger brother and who he'd become very close friends to.

Edward found himself a spot in the grass and plopped down, bitting his lip to fight back lonely, bitter tears. He missed everyone so much. He was lonely and nobody could fill the empty void in his heart the way that Alphonse and Winry could. He reached his left hand up, placing it carefully on his counterfiet limb. He hated these limbs he wore in this world. When he tried to bring back his brother, his right arm and left leg were taken once more. For the first time in his life, at this very moment, he longed for the automail that Winry had always so graciously and generously put so much thought and time into to make for him. Edward choked back a sob and allowed the tears to escape, streaming uncerimoniously down his cheeks. He never did hear the footsteps approach him from behind.

"There you are," came a familiar voice. "I was wondering where you'd went off too. You've been gone for a really long time, Ed. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," Edward replied in a voice barely above a whisper. He fought shamefully to keep the trepidation out of his tones, but he just couldn't.

"Are you alright, Ed? What's wrong?" Alfons questioned, worry imminent in his tone.

"I just wanna go home, Alfons. I miss my brother and I miss Winry. All I want is to just go home," he told him, allowing himself to succumb to his sobs of longing, of bitterness, of lonliness...

"Just so you know, you're not alone Ed. I'm here for you too," the rocket engineer told him, kneeling down behind his friend and placing a hand on his shoulder.
~~~~

Sad huh? Yeah, I'm feeling sad so I produce sad art. Anyway, hope you like it.