Roses Can Say Three Words
AN: I was just looking around outside and spotted a rose bush, looked up what each colour of a rose means and voila, I had a story D
Disclaimer: No, I don't own FMA… Don't sue me T-T
Information on rose colours from here: http / psychcentral . com / psypsych /Rose
Other Notes: I'm proud of this story; it's my very first Ed-Win fic! Don't forget to review, it means so much to me!
Winry had never been sure when the roses started arriving, but her best guess was probably when she was four years old.
They had always been dropped off on her bedroom window sill, which meant someone had climbed the tree right outside of her room and left them there for her to find the next morning.
Always two roses, one always blue.
First, she received a blue rose and a yellow rose, tied together not-so-neatly with white ribbon.
Her mother had placed them in a water-filled jar for her, to which she cared for them in her strange way like a mother hen.
No roses arrived after that until her parents died a year later.
Filled with grief, Winry would've felt alone in the world unless she had her grandmother and her friends, not to mention the mysterious rose-giver.
The day after her parents her killed, she found two more roses sitting by her window, another blue rose and a beautiful light pink rose.
They too were put in a jar to been cherished until they wilted.
Once a year she would continue getting roses, when she was six it was yet another blue rose and a yellow rose with blood red tips.
At seven they were blue and dark pink, eight was blue and yellow. For a strange reason,
Winry never got her annual pair on roses when she was nine, but instead got four at ten years old; two blue, one orange and another one that was plain pink.
Turning eleven, Winry was faced with a great fear, her two best friends in the world and some of the only people she had left, Ed and Al Elric had attempted human transmutation, trying to bring their deceased mother back.
Ed was now missing an arm and a leg while Al was no more than an empty suit of armor.
A little while later, the two brothers embarked on a journey to return their bodies to normal, leaving Winry and everything else they once had.
That year, on the window sill were three roses, the blue rose she was used to, a white rose and a red rose.
Curious, Winry wondered if the colours meant something and were trying to tell her a message.
She found a gardening book in the library and found a chart saying what colours meant what.
"Red: love
Pink: grace
Dark Pink: gratitude
Light Pink: admiration, sympathy
White: innocence, purity, secrecy, "You're heavenly...", "I'm not worthy of you..." reverence and humility.
Yellow: dying love or platonic love
Yellow with red tips: Friendship, falling in love
Orange: passion
Burgundy: beauty
Blue: mystery"
So the mysterious rose-giver was mysterious after all, every time sending her a blue rose of mystery.
It also meant someone was in love with her, seeing as a red rose signified love.
She was determined to find out who the mystery rose-giver was, even if she had to wait another year.
Unfortunately, she didn't a rose that year.
Or the next.
She waited and waited but no rose came until she was fifteen.
No blue rose was sent then, only two red roses, once again signifying love and an orange rose filled with passion.
Ed and Al has returned home at that time for the first time in a few years, so piecing the clues together like the smart girl she was, she figured it was one of them all these years.
But Al would have only been three when she started getting roses, and was too young to climb the tree to her bedroom, but Ed had always been a skilled climber, so it must have been him.
(TO BE CONTINUED...)