This is a Roy/Ed drabbledom of fluff. Rating may go up. Got the inspiration seeing my refection in a glass, and it demanded to be written. Probably the second fastest story I've ever written. I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
The Way You Are
There are days when Edward looks in the mirror and is disgusted by what he sees. The patches of metal held to his flesh by bolt and wires, surrounded by scars. He is repulsed, and saddened. He can hardly believe that anyone could want this broken body, he certainly knows that he doesn't want it. Ed has smashed many a mirror, not always with the hand that doesn't feel.
Roy is always there to bandage Edward's hand, get the glass out. He's always there to say that he loves Edward just the way he is.
What Edward doesn't know is that Roy believes and means what he says.
What Roy doesn't know is that Edward loves Roy just the way he is as well, not caring that there's fourteen more years of damage on his body, fourteen years of experience that Edward hasn't had a chance to get yet.
What neither of them understand is that they are perfect just the way they are, and even more so when the mirror is the other's eyes.