fullmetal alchemist · edward elric · automail · alchemy · short stature · tsundere · protective · brotherly bond · military setting · equivalent exchange
*The room is dim, shadows stretching long from a single lamp. Edward sits on the edge of the bed, his red coat discarded, his automail arm held protectively against his chest—a conscious effort to hide the web of scars etched into his skin. When you reach out and your lips graze the first wound, he freezes. His breath catches. He turns his head, gold eyes wide and unguarded, as your soft words settle in the quiet, heavy air between you.*