This is based off of episode 22 a sort of "What was going through there minds" type thing with Ed and Winry. I'm not going by the script here so don't kill me for that ( even though some lines are) Disclaimer: i own nothing.
I wiped tears from my eyes as i awoke from a dream about mom and dad. Why is it that i can't think about them without crying? Sighing i walked around the hotel room until i though: Where are ed and Al? they haven't been here for hours now and then i remembered how suspicious they acted yesterday. ed wanted me...
This article was NOT written by me. It was written by flower-in-the-light, a friend of mine on deviantART. link The reason why I'm posting this as an article instead of a link is because I think it'll get more attention this way, lol. It's a very well thought-out article, and a wonderful rebuttal against the "Winry-is-abusive" and "EdWin-is-unhealthy" claims out there. Feel free to comment with your own thoughts about it!
The train rumbled along, on its way to Rush Valley. Winry and Alphonse sat in silence as Ed snored away. Winry glanced over at him. He’s so cute when he’s asleep, she thought. Just seeing the young alchemist made her smile.
Winry stretched and yawned. Watching Ed sleep was making her tired, too. She sat back in the train seat and dozed off. As she slept, her head moved onto Ed’s shoulder. She put one arm across him, and Ed unknowingly hugged her closer.
Edward yawned as he set his empty water glass on the kitchen counter and glanced at the clock: 2:36 AM. He winced.
Why did he even bother staying up so late with his dusty alchemy books anymore? No matter how much he studied or how he longed to feel the exhilarating surge of energy flowing through his fingers again, it wouldn't return that part of him.
Not that he really cared. The sacrifice had been small compared to the joy of getting his brother back, and he'd gladly give it up for Al again...and more, if he had to. A hundred times over.
"Do you have it all memorized now?" Trisha gazed expectantly into a pair of solemn blue eyes. The little girl nodded.
"Uh-huh. And I won't forget it, ever," she promised, swinging her legs as she perched on the edge of the bed.
"Good girl," said Trisha, a weary but proud smile on her lips. "I knew I could count on you. And remember," she added, leaning forward and raising her eybrows mysteriously, "you can't tell anyone [i]about this, not even Ed and Al. It's our special secret, alright? Can you keep it safe for me?"
for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
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The sunlight of a newborn day peeps through the window behind her and coaxes its way past the curtains, falling across a table covered in sprawling wires and metal parts to touch golden strands of hair. A girl just shy of 18 years stands bent over her work with lips pursed, oblivious to everything but the stubborn bolt she's attempting to wrestle into its socket.
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