Drabble-fic - my first forage into the world of FMA fanfiction. Somehow the idea wouldn't leave me alone...
FMA me no own...
Gold.
That was Edward Elric. Golden hair, bright golden eyes and an alchemic skill valued as highly as that metal.
Winry was not an alchemist. She was a mechanic, a daughter of doctors, someone who tried to fix what she was given. To Winry, gold was not a scientific formula of protons and neutrons, it was something precious, something that would melt and change shape in whatever mould it was cast, becoming always beautiful.
So when she saw her childhood friend in the arms of his brother, bleeding from the stump of a leg and the remains of an arm, she helped him, moulded him, so he could move on. She watched him shine as a state alchemist; become precious to those around him.
Alchemists call gold soft and weak, but Winry knew better. Gold will melt; gold will bend. Gold can be reshaped and remade.
But gold does not break. It is not brittle; it does not snap.
And she knows that neither will Edward Elric.