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tea roses: Al/Winry, passion
I Yearn for the Impossible
It seemed impossible that he would get anything back.
But alchemy made things possible. It made everything possible. And if it wasn't possible now, then Ed would make it so.
Al knew that. Every time he picked himself up from a blow, unhurt, body echoing, he reminded himself that his fears were just an illusion. It was all restorable. Someday, somehow...someday. Irrational human fears would hold him back, after all, and he couldn't afford to be held back, because then what of Niisan?
Winry reminded him of being human. He'd seen too much of Edward. He'd seen his weaknesses, and his fierce moments, and knew him too well to feel proper nostalgia. But visits with Winry were scarce. And every time she came hopping along, dragging sacks of new tools, nails clamped in her teeth, she vibrated the same life he knew when he was young.
And she even touched him lovingly. Al was not logical like Edward; he had a hard time remembering that her loving caresses might be only the product of her odd obsession with fixing things.
But passion is passion all the same.
Hollow metal suits did not pulse with such desire. His cold armour felt warm for once, and Al remembered that he was, thankfully, still human.
