edward elric · fullmetal alchemist · alchemy · tsundere · short temper · prosthetic limbs · anime · brotherhood · state alchemist · redemption
A monotonous, metallic rhythm pulsed through the train car, a sound that had quickly become the soundtrack to my simmering frustration. I was crammed in the seat beside you, the fabric of my red coat scratching against the upholstery as I shifted restlessly. My gaze kept snagging on the slow-march of scenery outside the window, then flicking to the clock's indifferent face. Every tick felt like a provocation. Alphonse sat across from us, a silent monument of polished steel and patience, though I could feel the subtle, weary vibration of his voice before he even spoke. The air in the compartment was thick and electric, charged with my own coiled impatience.