Hey everyone! It's been a while since I've submitted something here. I wrote this late at night, thus my source of inspiration was from the moon and it's rare appearance outside of my window. This is my first Full Metal Alchemist fanfiction, but I do adore the couple Winry x Edward. If you haven't got the opportunity to watch FMA, Den is Winry's dog, Pinako is Winry's grandmother, Winry is an automail mechanic. Oh, and so you know, as much as I would like it... I don't own FMA. Thanks for reading!
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Clank. Clank. Twist. Mutter. Clank.
It was the only song she'd ever known.
Winry poured her heart into her work selflessly, pausing only to brush a bang from her eye or gaze aimlessly at the wall. She found herself gazing more often then not, by chance. Was gazing her source for inspiration, revision or analysis? It always had been. Lately it was now about sorting affection, those that she has never had before, nor imagined having.
As a kid, she had always wanted to find her hero. She was a princess, feared by all for her tomboy appearance – then her knight would save her when she was most vulnerable, and suddenly the world would be right.
In reality, it wasn't at all like that.
She had found her prince years ago. Though he didn't dress in armor, on the contrary, his brother did; he wasn't rich, famous, any of the sort.
Winry sat down, letting her hand drop to her side, a small sigh slipping from her tattered lips. She had stopped caring the day he had left. Her hand fluttered to her heart, its rhythmic beat drumming the same repetitive hum. What was she so giddy?
He was her best friend, her confidant, her consciousness, her life. She could not remember how long it had been since her feelings had been realized. Days? Years?
The mechanical arm that had been her main priority stood dully on her desk. He had golden hair and matching eyes like the sun, but even she knew that if you got too close to the sun you would burn. He had a temper and the determination of a mule, the sneer of a fox an unmatchable brain. He shone on the dreariest day, never came up with the right thing to say, and yet, just being near put her in risk of loosing her sanity.
He had left so many months ago to find that stone. Why couldn't he just give up? Wasn't he satisfied with the automail she had made him? Why couldn't they be together?
It was them against the world.
And he didn't even know how she felt.
Ed… the Full Metal Alchemist. She would whimper his name at night, pleading for this obsession to resolute, for him to come home. For him to acknowledge the heart she risked making his steel arm or leg, every day that he would return with it bedraggled to the wrench she would scold him with.
Rising from her chair, her work left unfinished, she stumbled into the kitchen. Judging by the sky, it was ten o'clock – Pinako had fallen asleep long ago. The moon peaked out from behind the hillside casting a white glow over the town. Everyone was at peace, while she wanted to strangle herself.
Then there it was – against the white circle was the shape of a figure. His hair was pulled back in a braid, and there was a slight hobble to his walk. He hadn't grown an inch. Following him was the giant, silvery grey armor. That could only mean one thing. It was truly him.
Winry found herself half way across the yard before she knew it, Den raising his head before, in a daze, falling back into a soundless sleep. Her hands wrapped around, first, the armor, letting out a small squeak of, "Al!", which earned her a small laugh and a hug.
Then to the smaller boy. He was only smiling faintly, looking quite weathered but content, a blush dappling his cheeks. Winry found herself tranquil, as his steadfast eyes reflected her smile letting his gaze appear radiant. She then caught herself, and ended up cussing him for coming so late in the night.
He was her world, her savior, her hero. And he was home – at least for a few more days.
