Alphonse's hair is so soft. Like the fair pelt of kittens' fur. I believe I've become addicted to running my fingers through his hair; ever since we got his body back from the gate, I've been teasing and fiddling with every part of him. I need reassurance that he's real. That he's really in my arms for good.
We sleep in the same bed, every night. I continue to run my fingers through his hair, leaving small kisses along his neck as I do so. I find myself wondering if this is a dream. I've told Alphonse that sometimes I think this can't be real, it's too good to be true. He laughs at me. That cute way he laughs, the little smile plastered on his face, it makes me fall for him again and again.
I want him to feel every emotion, every feeling he can. Pleasure, surprise, and happiness. I want Al to experience all of them. He tells me he likes the feeling of the cloth on his bare skin, so every night we slip under the covers and exchange small kisses till we doze off into our dreams. When we wake up the next morning, Alphonse likes to laze around in bed and cuddle. We have small conversations, like how he wants to eat as many different foods as he can, starting with Winry's pie and how he saw a stray in the alleyways and wanted to take it home. I love these moments I have with Alphonse. He's so pure, so heart-warming. His smile is absolutely brilliant, and I'd do anything to have him smile all the time. There is no doubt in my mind, I've fallen head over heals in love with my little brother, and there's nothing I'd want more in the world than to have him by my side.
((I finally uploaded my first story! So sorry that it's short, I promise they'll get longer! I wrote this little drabble from a post elricesty posted on tumblr. Their headcanon was really cute and I had to write a small story for it. I hope it's ok!
-Oliver))
