Tugs his jacket and whispers. "Hey, Ed."
"Um..." Whispers back, "Hey Winry. What's up?"
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Tugs his jacket and whispers. "Hey, Ed."
"Um..." Whispers back, "Hey Winry. What's up?"
A Relaxing Day? || @mechanicfreak
He heard her in the kitchen, dishes clattering as she prepared their lunch. The scent of freshly baked bread drifted through the house, supplemented by roast chicken and baked potatoes.
He had slept in far too late, but she had not come to wake him up. Earlier that morning, Alphonse had gone with Granny to the market, never failing to enjoy the sights, sounds and smells associated with the place. Edward was supposed to go with them, but had stayed up so late reading that when Al tried to wake him that morning, he'd barely become conscious enough to tell him to go ahead before collapsing into sleep again.
Now he moved quietly downstairs, mismatched feet slow and gentle, so as not to alert her to his presence.
His automail leg hit a step and the wood groaned loudly in protest. He paused. The clinking in the kitchen paused. Then it started up again without a word coming from the room.
He smiled faintly and slipped the rest of the way down the stairs without another creak.
Through the door, the stove came into view. In front of it, Winry's long golden hair swished at her back as she swayed in time to a beat he could not hear.
For a moment, he watched her silently. Then, out of the blue, he broke the quiet between them.
"It's a beautiful day out. Why don't we take this and eat it outside somewhere?"
It's still in the works, but it's a start!
If I've missed anyone who should be on the relationships page, do let me know!
Tag, You're It~
I was tagged by my-second-chance-after-armor :'D
1. Always post the rules
2. Answer the questions of the person who tagged you and write 11 new ones
3. Tag 11 new people and link them to the post
4. Let them know you’ve tagged them. 1. Favourite piece of cutlery? ...I like butter knives. Pretty helpful. 2. Pie or cake? The cake is not a lie. 3. What’s Homestuck? scREECHES OMFG only like the best webcomic ever and I want to explain a whole bunch but I can't so here you can check it out. 4. When did you last shave? ...My arms, a day ago. My legs, not for a week. The leg hairs grow slowly tho and no one notices/cares 5. Will Prince Charles ever become king? I don't really care :'D 6. Have you ever been caught masturbating? Whaa?? 7. Best hair color (both natural and unnatural)? Gimme ALL the colors!! 8. What languages do you speak? English. I'm hoping to learn German in high school next year. 9. On a scale of 1 to Nina and Alexander how close are you and your pet? oH MY GOD WHY?? [muffled and painful screeching and sobbing in the distance] 10. Suwabe Junichi or Nakamura Yuuichi? Idk, Idk, Idk~~~ 11. How much does other people’s misfortune amuse you? Sometimes, it actually amuses me. Other times I feel it's not a good time to be laughing at other people's misfortune. 12. Favorite animal? kITTIES OMG (bunnies are super close)
13. Fave TV show from when you were a little kid? Am I allowed to say Spongebob?? Otherwise Pokemon is my final answer~ 14. Would you rather have no sight, or no hearing? Ughhhh this isn't an ok question you're making me feel guilt ;w; 15. Cats or dogs? Cats. I am not fond of dogs, because they are hyper and messy while cats are calm and quiet. Cats actually love me. 5. Sweet or savory? Stahpp. I guess I like savory. It's killing me that I chose that over sweets ughhh 6. Can you cook well? You guys haven't seen my toast. 7. Kill, or get killed? I'm afraid to die, so I'd rather kill. Idk really but... If I were to live then I'd kill anything ;u; I'm desperate ok [hides in dark corner] 8. Favorite type of flower? I like... Pink roses. They symbolize friendship, yes? 9. Are you good with kids? Oh no >:U I don't like children too much. They're so disrespectful and spoiled towards me and I'd rather not have kids...
10. Do you dye your hair often, and if not at all, why not? I don't dye my hair, but I'll put in some highlights. I like my natural hair color best.
11. If you could live anywhere else, where? cANADA. PLEASE. TAKE ME TO CANADA.
Here I'll tag...
#xingnesebodyguard #mechanicfreak #flamealchemistwhosgonnabefuhrer (Sarah you'd better I'm still jealous b/c you're getting a tablet ugh)
Closed RP || @mechanicfreak
It was dark. A faint breeze stirred the trees in the nearby park, but otherwise the night was quiet.
His limbs were heavy. His head felt light. The thoughts that drifted through his head were muted and muddled.
Except one.
Must get Winry. Need arm fixed. Have to have alchemy. Must get Winry.
Trembling fingers dropped coins into the black slot in the phonebooth. He leaned against the glass wall as he held the receiver to his ear, struggling to steady his breathing, knowing she'd worry about him if he was panting.
It rang once. Twice. Thrice.
Why wasn't she picking up?
Four times now. Five...
Well it was late at night... Easily 11, or later.
Six... Seven...
Where was she?
☆ bladelegs
★ mechanicfreak
☆ gutsygobstopper
★ ventusoflightheart
☆ abrideoffire
. . . FLEW IN ON A GUMMI SHIP
More new people! Man, where're you all comin' from anyway? I'm Sora. It's real nice to meet you guys!
mechanicfreak started following you
"Hello there, is there anything that you need?"
Hearing the sound of screaming in the next room Winry grew worried as she rushed out of bed to the room, it sounded a lot like Edward, and her suspicions were correct. "Ed! Get up." She shook the blondes shoulder so she could get him to wake up. She was worried about him.
They were happy. She was happy. She loved them and they loved her. Until she died.
"Why couldn't you bring me back, Edward?"
"M- Mom? I- I only-!"
"I trusted you Edward."
He was speechless. Blood squelched from his left leg.
"What have you done to me?"
"Mom! Mom I'm sorry!"
"What have you done to your brother!? Why did you sacrifice him? I trusted you to take care of him!"
He was sobbing. Blood was pooling around his feet from his leg and his shoulder. "Mom, please! Please forgive me!" He stretched his left arm out towards her, fingers trembling, desperate for her touch. "Please Mom!"
"Edward! You've FAILED us."
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He awoke with a scream, brain in a vivid whirl of despair and blood.
It took several moments of panting before he realized his hands were clutching something. It took another second of blinking away the terror in his mind before he realized his left hand had a death grip on a creamy wrist. Another beat and his eyes strayed to his senseless automail right hand, clamping down with terrible strength on a well-muscled shoulder, covered by pale, thin cloth.
Then he looked up and met Winry's wide blue eyes.
In an instant he had whipped his hands back to his sides. "W- Winry!? Wha-? What are you-...?"
His throat felt raw, his heart was still pounding and his tongue worked uselessly in his mouth.