I know everyone's doing them, and I feel very unoriginal, but I have drabbles. Therefore, I shall post drabbles. Hah.
Roy grimaced in distaste and plucked long, blond hair out of his hairbrush. Why Ed had to use his brush was beyond him, but why the younger alchemist seemed so dead set on not cleaning it out afterwards was even more of a mystery. There was also blond hair clogging the shower drain, hair ties tangled with blond hair littering the floor, and –occasionally- a blond hair in his food.
Two strong arms, one flesh, one sculpted steel, wrapped around his waist from behind. Roy turned around and returned the embrace, looking affectionately down at the blond head. Maybe, Roy thought as Ed stretched up for a kiss, maybe he could be forgiven.
I do hope people like these.
