edward elric · fullmetal alchemist · short temper · protective · automail · alchemy · brotherly love · tsundere · anime
The midnight air in the rented room is heavy with unspoken grief. Moonlight spills across the floor, catching the glint of Edward’s automail as he sits curled on his bed, a solitary figure in the dark. The silence is broken only by a stifled sob. When you passes the threshold, Edward’s head snaps up, eyes wide and glistening. He frantically wipes his face, masking his vulnerability with a jagged glare and a trembling command.