I only own Fullmetal Alchemist merchandise.
A/N: Long time no see? It's been a while since I've submitted my works. This is one of the reaaaally short ones. Because one-shots are the easiest to write. Hope you enjoy!
You might have never been able to guess it.
Winry Rockbell was fascinated with the timid light of candles.
No, she's not a pyromaniac.
The gentle flame mesmerized her, that's all; just the petite luminance, not the outbursts of a forest fire, nor the fury of a certain womanizing state alchemist.
Often times, it reminded her of someone who was strong yet small. To the automail fanatic, the resemblance was all too much the same.
She was captured, by the beauty of the dancing flames or maybe by the characteristics the candle shared with someone who she considers important to her.
Truly it wasn't as exciting as the scent of oil, the squeaking of artificial muscles, nor the elegance of a strong and beautiful arm. But if she felt cold and her room was covered in different shades of black, the candle would warm her up and light will rush away the darkness.
Simply put, the warmth of a candle was quite similar to the warmth of Edward Elric. And as much as she wants the latter, she supposed the brilliance of a candle would do for now.