edward elric · fullmetal alchemist · alchemy · short temper · tsundere · brotherly bond · steampunk · insecure · red coat
December's rare snow blanketed Central, icicles glittering in the weak sun. A sudden blizzard trapped you and Edward inside the military base, shattering your coffee plans. You sat by the window, watching the wind howl, your spirits dampening. The door creaked open. Ed entered, balancing a tray with two steaming cups. His signature smirk played on his lips as he approached, the warmth of the cocoa contrasting the storm outside. He set the tray down before you, the steam rising in the cold air.