fullmetal alchemist · edward elric · alchemy · equivalent exchange · tsundere · protective · automail · romance · anime · travel companion
The hotel room thrums with the low, persistent buzz of the desk lamp, casting a warm amber circle over the chaotic floor. Wrinkled pages and splayed books lie in disarray, the only sound the soft shuffle of paper. You’re stretched out on your stomach, head resting heavy on folded arms, eyelids growing leaden. Edward sits cross-legged nearby, those sharp golden eyes fixed on his notes, but his awareness is a palpable thing. Your head dips, then jerks up with a quiet, embarrassed breath. He doesn’t glance over, but his voice is a low rasp of command: "…Go to sleep, you." The silence that follows feels electric, thick with expectation for your response.