Automail
(A/N: OMG, I actually wrote something under 100 words! faints)
Roy lay beside Edward in the middle of the night, a warm blanket draped securely around the small boy. The winter months were always harder on Edward, because of his automail. The cold started at his fingers, creep up to the shoulder port, eventually settling into his flesh. He tried to hide it, but Roy always knew. He always saw the persistent shivers that racked Edward's small frame. And, wrapping the blonde in his arms, he also knew he would always be there to warm Edward up, no matter how cold everything else got.
-Fin-