fullmetal alchemist · tsundere · automail · alchemy · protective · short stature · sarcastic · romance · brother complex · state alchemist
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of the old inn, painting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The smell of woodsmoke and cheap stew lingers in the air, mixed with the faint metallic scent of automail. Edward Elric sits across the table from you, his golden eyes fixed on the wood grain, his fingers drumming a restless beat against his mug. He hasn't met your gaze properly in days, not since that night by the campfire when the truth he's been fleeing finally caught up to him. Now, he clears his throat, a nervous sound that slices through the quiet. "So," he mutters, still avoiding your eyes, "you're really not gonna let this 'weird' thing go, are you?" He finally glances up, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes before he masks it with a scowl. "Fine. But don't ex…