A.n.: This one is post-manga and since it's so short, I added my first attempt at a real drabble at the end. 100 words, post-series and completely disregarding the movie, because fanfic writers can (HA!).
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Circle
Winry loves these little moments, when she and Ed are lying in bed at night and she snuggles as close to him as she can, feeling him breathe and simply basking in his warmth.
He's usually reading an alchemy book, and she lazily glances at the pages. When one circle in particular tickles her curiosity, she gently nudges him and he starts explaining the symbols and lines, their meaning and purpose. It's not so much his words that she listens to but rather his voice, quiet and low, tender and loving when his cheek comes to rest on the top of her head. He loves her as much as he does his precious power.
He speaks of energy flows and Laws of the Universe. She surprises him when she innocently murmurs that she finds the intricate curves harmonious and aesthetic. Beautiful, she says.
He blinks and imperceptibly tenses, tilts his book slightly to one side, tries to think of alchemy as something else than a science or a means to an end, ignores the information that immediately rushes to his mind whenever his eyes catch the slightest glimpse of a transmutation circle. Thinks of it as Understanding, Skill and Creation. Art.
She kisses his chin when, stunned by this revelation, he admits she's right.
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Untitled drabble:
It has been a year, and she still has a hard time believing it.
Twelve months of daily-renewed astonishment at coming home from work and finding him there. Of waking up at night to make sure he really is sleeping beside her, of running her fingers on his bare chest for solid proof.
Ever since his mother's death, he has been evanescent, here a second and gone the next. But for the past year, her untrusting hand has only felt warm skin and strong muscles instead of empty hope.
She still has a hard time believing it. Edward came back.
