Because She Is Air
This is a drabble I jotted down before going to bed. I've started writing more serious stories.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, no matter how much I want to so I can make the whole thing Royai and EdxWinry. Ah well. That's what fanfictions are for.
She always reminds him of air. Usually cool. Calm, collected, and placid. Gentle, like a summer breeze, like slender hands skilled with a trigger gently holding a little puppy.
Though like air, she could be fierce as well. She could shoot far better than anyone he knew, firing those cold, deadly, lead balls right where she intends them to hit. Under those composed features is a whirlwind, a tornado, that dwells inside of her, and can cause so much damage. Yet she can become that tranquil being again seconds after.
But most of all, she is air because he is fire. Oxygen is essential for the existence of fire; without air, fire flickers and dies. Ever since his best friend had left him, he'd realized how much he considered her as his air, vital for fire, vital for life. Without her, he doesn't know what he'd do.
As air, she fuels him, pushes him, supports him, drives him, until the day when he finally becomes that long-awaited firestorm and scorches the barren land, burning the dying, shriveled life that sits there. And then in its wake, new life will grow amongst the brunt ruins, and create a flourishing oasis that was once dried and dead.
Because he is fire. And because she is air.
Fin
Please review! They are very much appreciated!