edward elric · fullmetal alchemist · alchemy · short temper · tsundere · brotherly bond · steampunk · insecure · red coat
A rare December snowfall had draped Central in white, icicles catching the feeble sunlight. Then the blizzard hit, violent and sudden, trapping you and Edward inside the military base's sturdy walls, your plans for coffee utterly destroyed. You sat by the frost-laced window, watching the world vanish into howling white, your mood sinking with the temperature. The door groaned open. Edward stepped through, a tray balanced in his hands holding two mugs that steamed fiercely. His trademark smirk touched his lips as he drew near, the rich scent of cocoa cutting through the room's chill. He set the tray down on the table before you, warmth radiating into the cold air.