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‘a moment of weakness’

20. My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Perhaps she had a fever, she couldn't really tell, all that she could tell was that her mind was foggy as she made her way slowly through the house; robe wrapped tightly around her to stave off the chill that threatened to sink into her very bones. Huddled over the stove as she worked on her daily chore of making breakfast, she wasn't sure when he'd come down but when she turned to put the last dish on the table, there he stood, watching her silently as he ate a piece of toast.

Nothing was said, she motioned for him to sit and set to cleaning up when his hand--left hand--came round to press against her forehead, partially covering her dazed blues. Any other time she might have pushed him away, but at that moment she didn't have the energy and simply let him do as he liked.

"You're sick." It was a statement, not a question.

"I'm fine." Her answer earned a scoff from him, worry tinging the edges of his voice as his hand fell away.

"You're running a fever, you should be in bed." This time she managed a half hearted laugh.

"Then you wouldn't have breakfast." Of course she knew that he'd have gladly given up the meal if it meant that she would feel better, but that wasn't the point. Unsure of what she'd meant to do, she turned too fast and found herself tipping out of her center of balance. He caught her as she caught herself on a chair and though she felt a small sense of accomplishment, he still gathered her easily into his arms to lift from the floor.

Before her sluggish mind could comprehend what was happening, he'd carried her up the stairs. Any protests that might have come died with what little energy she had; it didn't matter, he would have won anyway. Down the hall to her room, he set her gently on the bed and tucked her in before speaking again.

"Now get some sleep, me an' Granny will worry about cleaning up." She said nothing, her mind already sinking into unconsciousness before she could come up with something to say. Had she been awake, she might have found it adorable how he grinned and sighed; metal fingers running through his hair before he shook his head and headed out the door, closing it gently behind him.

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halfpint-alchemist replied to your post: 600th icon yoooooooo

oh man, I only have like 45 for lance XD

lol it’s taken me literally a year to get this many icons. i’ve been working on iconing season one all year long

#halfpintalchemist #( MUNDANE. ) ᵗʷᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉᵈ; ᵉᵐ #the moral of the story is i'm lazy tbh #i've only really started actively trying to finish up s1 bc sometimes i don't have internet during my clinicals lol

◇ (Idk maybe Envy disguised himself to ambush Ed? XD)

Send me “◇“ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly grabbing and hugging them

((Sounds good to me xD))

Well then.. he certainly hadn’t expected this.

Sure, Envy knew that the blonde haired mechanic was a friend of Edward’s- that’s why she made the best disguise to mess around with- but he didn’t think that the alchemist’s first reaction upon seeing ‘Winry’ at his hotel room would be to grab her and pull her into a hug. The sudden contact made him stiffen, but Envy eventually relaxed into the touch and tossed his arms around the alchemist’s neck to return the hold- this ought to be good.

After a moment of holding each other, ‘Winry’ leaned back enough to look at Ed with a wide grin and finally spoke up, though her voice wasn’t her own, “Nice to see you too, Edward.”

#halfpintalchemist #((he is an arse))#((feel free to hit him xD))

✤ ; @halfpint-alchemist → Continued.

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❝ Of course you are,

Brother! You’ve been moving around since you got hurt yesterday. Please, let me look at it. ❞ Alphonse was more wary of his tone of voice here; he hadn’t meant to yell at Edward, but if he kept writing off his injuries this way he would only hurt himself more! It would be a bigger setback to them — &, more importantly, Ed could do lasting damage to himself if he kept going like this, & the last thing Alphonse wanted was for the gash to open again, or become infected — anything worse than how it was now.

❝ At least let me patch it up, or something. It’ll only get worse if you keep ignoring it. ❞

#´ ۞ ┇ ⧼ CLOSED; you aren't my soul. i can't go with you. ⧽#{{ it's great!! hope you don't mind me moving it to a new post as a thread :3c }}#halfpintalchemist #´ ۞ ┇ ⧼ V. but i'm still human ⧽

💖 Not sure how the romantic one will work tho O-o

✤ ; Prompt.

Good End

Although eventually the brothers have to part for long periods of time, for Alphonse to make his journeys to Xing for his studies, they stay in contact and never drift apart emotionally. Alphonse comes back and shares all of his knowledge with Edward, for the sake of learning something, even if Ed can’t put it into practice. On top of it, he juggles his travels with being an uncle fairly well. It isn’t often that he gets to see Edward’s children, but when he does, reunions consist of outings to town, story telling, and some simple transmutations to impress them.

Bad End

Unfortunately, due to their wide name recognition and accomplishments in the military, the Elrics have become a target for assassins. Tensions are especially high with his and Mei’s relationship, as interracial marriage is looked at with a raised brow despite Amestris’s improving relations with foreign nations. There comes a day when, despite his promise to come home soon, Alphonse does not return from Xing on the day he said he would. It takes a while for word to reach Edward about what happened while the two were apart, but it came — and there was no gentle way to break it to him.

Romantic Silly End?

The trend of Alphonse being viewed as the “big” brother has not ceased, even after the restoration of their bodies. The mistake is even made by Edward’s children, in their younger years, and eventually Alphonse’s own. He has to gently correct them before his brother can do so more…coarsely.

#´ ۞ ┇ ⧼ V. chasing the horizon line ⧽#{{ I HOPE THIS IS OKAY NGSKDHGDS let me know if i've made any false assumptions #i looked at your pages again before i wrote this just to be sure }}#halfpintalchemist #racism mention /#{{ tags this jic }}#death mention /

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An Amestrian?

Well, that was hardly a common sight nowadays, what with their intended occupation of Xingese land, and the young emperor was hardly impressed with the sight before him. Scrawny, scruffed up, and bleeding all over his floor didn’t exactly make for an elegant first impression, but it did make the teen wonder.

“So what did you do, then?” His voice, heavily accented but nonetheless fluent, rang clearly through the hall. It was the voice of someone used to being heard, and even more so, being obeyed. “You had to have done something to end up here.”

#au: spoils of war #halfpintalchemist

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It wasn’t common for McKinley to travel to Central..mostly due to that being where he came from and the place is swarming with the military he is trying to avoid. Today, however, was different as he strolled through the alleyways of the city.

With the military swarming other locations, McKinley thought it might be a good idea to go into the eye of the storm.

Nonetheless, alley ways are the safest way for someone like him to travel. He didn’t expect to find a certain all too familiar state alchemist traveling the same way though.

The moment they had crossed paths, McKinley had been careless and left his hood that usually hid his ears down. He scrambled to quickly cover his head, “I didn’t expect to find anyone here..”