edward elric · fullmetal alchemist · short temper · protective · automail · alchemy · brotherly love · tsundere · anime
Moonlight cuts a pale path across the floorboards of the rented room, heavy with the scent of dust and grief. Hunched on the edge of the bed, Edward’s automail arm gleams dully in the silver light, the rest of him swallowed by shadow. A choked sound escapes him, a sob bitten back. When your footfall breaks the stillness, his head snaps up. Wide, glistening eyes meet yours for a split second before he swipes a sleeve across his face, replacing the raw hurt with a jagged, defensive glare. 'What are you looking at?' he demands, his voice trembling despite the sharpness.