Draped in Wires
by. Poisoned Scarlet
Theme 047: Nostalgia
He laid back on the bed with something close to nostalgia gnawing at his chest. He turned his head, gazing at the body that slept beside him soundly. Winry's curled up form on the left side of the bed was strange, almost foreign, although the nostalgia he felt came from their childhood. The only exception was Al's currently absent body, which would usually be wedged between them.
He would kick the covers, spread himself all over the bed while the other two tried to find a comfortable position in the space left over. Alphonse would mostly scoot upward, toward the headboard, and Winry would scoot downwards, allowing Ed most of the middle space for his liking.
When they awoke, his limbs would always be on top of either of them and the blanket would be rumpled up or thrown on the floor. Their mothers would walk into the scene with maternal smiles on their faces and he could just faintly recall his own mother gently patting his head as she threw the blanket over him again and urged them back to sleep if they still looked drowsy.
But now that could not happen because, as his eyes traced the soft smile on Winry's face as she slept, they were adults and their view on one another was skewed. When they were small, they could bathe together without any embarrassment. Now, he was sure he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her if they ever did. Before, they would be able to play together without any discrimination but now they could not because they above such trivial things; he would be more conscious that she could get hurt.
Before, their fights were about not sharing or breaking toys or whether or not to climb the oak tree by the Elric household.
Now, their fights were broader; had more of a chance of breaking something vital in their relationship or even shattering it altogether if they got too intense.
But it was the little things that brought that bittersweet feel of nostalgia to tug at his heartstrings, as he shifted to wrap an arm around her waist, knowing that things were very different now when Winry followed the warmth of his body and cuddled to his chest.