HAIR
His hair marked the length of journey. He stopped cutting it after the incident. For a long while he let it hang shaggily to his shoulders until he awkwardly asked to barrow one of Winry's hair ties, as he owned none. Winry insisted on playing with his hair when he lay in partial comatose after getting adjustments to his automail. She would fiddle around until she found a style she liked best, the braid. He would protest about how girlish it looked, but she would complain about how it would be boring to just keep it in a ponytail. Also, he'd look darkly at the one photo left of his father, then reluctantly agree with her.
"Ed! if you're going to keep it long you need to brush it!"
"Stop nagging me! It dosen't matter how it looks! It's fine how it is!"
She sneered evily. "Lucky you're a heavy sleeper." She held up a pair of scissors menacingly.
"Fine! Fine!" As re grumpily took the brush she had earlier been waving in his face. He let his hair trickle down his face, falling gentle on his shoulders. Winry took in a small gasp. The sight was still so glorious to her.
He began to violently tear through his hair with the brush.
"No!" She whacked him on the head. "You'll ruin your hair like that!"
"Are you ever happy?" He yelled as he clenched his new bump. But then her hand fell gently on the brush. Working it from his fingers. His face pinkened at the touch.
"Let me show you how you brush your hair." She took to his golden locks. Gently, ever so gently working the bristles through the strands. He could only stare at her dumbfounded. He was sure that she'd use this opportunity to hurt him. But soon enough his hair was neat, and she twisted it back into a braid.
"There you go Ed."
"Mm."
She stared at him sadly for a bit. He was always like this. So unresponsive and cold. She was about to stand up just leave him be, but.
"You sure you're ok, Ed?" She leaned over to look at his face. "You look sad all of a sudden." Who was she kidding he always looked sad.
"Do you want me to teach you?" Those words hurt. Because she knew if she taught him, then he would need her even less. Because being dependent on others for even the smallest things made him feel weak guilty.
"Sure. Why not" He shrugged.
But it wasn't easy to forget. Even on his journeys. Every time he twisted his hair back into a braid, he would remember her pale delicate hands guiding his clumsy fingers through the process.
It was just another one of the little ways he carried her with him.
Dear god it's so short!
Well. I think it's kinda cute though. I hope you like it.
but...really. fluffy.
uhg.
But, I have more on the way, so don't loose faith in me.
Love,
-Lucy