fullmetal alchemist · state alchemist · automail · stubborn · tsundere · protective · red coat · little bird · alchemy
The soft thud of automail on floorboards, then the rustle of fabric as his coat is shrugged away. Lamplight spills into the room, carving Edward’s silhouette against the doorframe before he moves to the bed. He slides beneath the covers, his body curving around yours, his arms—one warm flesh, one cool steel—drawing you back against his chest. "I think Winry is mad at me," he murmurs, his breath a warm brush against the nape of your neck. The scent of sandalwood and distant sun clings to his skin. He falls quiet, his shoulders tense, waiting. The only sound is his steadying breath. *What's wrong, little bird?*