FMA: 52 Flavours, Prompt 29
Title: Morning Revelations
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 29. the kind of April morning no other month can touch
Pairing: Ed/Winry
Rating: K
Summary: Ed wakes first in the morning. It’s not a pretty picture.
Notes: Second half of an update for
52_flavours. More fluff and I refuse to be sorry. Companion to Prompt 2.
29. the kind of April morning no other month can touch
Ed was surprised when he woke up first the next morning - he could sleep so hard he was practically comatose and Winry usually had early appointments - but he really didn’t mind as he sat up a bit and sighed, taking in a deep breath of the fresh spring air breezing in through the open window before turning an appreciative eye towards Winry.
There wasn’t much to appreciate. Winry was laying on her back, her long hair tangled and strewn in absolutely every direction, the sheets tangled and wrapped between her legs, effectively trapping her in position. She was breathing through her mouth, snoring lightly. He could make out the crusty stuff he’d brushed from his own eyes upon wakening.
That was the sight he was going to have to get used to for the rest of his life.
For a moment Ed sat there, watching with a grimace, and then he snorted and rolled over, intending to shut the window before the inevitable storms started and soaked the rug.
Something caught his eye as he padded across the carpet, and he stopped to examine his flesh leg in the yellow light of the dawning sun.
There were two bruises blooming on his lower leg, one just below his knee and again on his calf. Frowning, Ed prodded them carefully and hissed at the dull pain.
“Where did those come from?” he wondered. Behind him, Winry snorted and kicked at the sheets in her sleep.
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 29. the kind of April morning no other month can touch
Pairing: Ed/Winry
Rating: K
Summary: Ed wakes first in the morning. It’s not a pretty picture.
Notes: Second half of an update for
52_flavours. More fluff and I refuse to be sorry. Companion to Prompt 2.
29. the kind of April morning no other month can touch
Ed was surprised when he woke up first the next morning - he could sleep so hard he was practically comatose and Winry usually had early appointments - but he really didn’t mind as he sat up a bit and sighed, taking in a deep breath of the fresh spring air breezing in through the open window before turning an appreciative eye towards Winry.
There wasn’t much to appreciate. Winry was laying on her back, her long hair tangled and strewn in absolutely every direction, the sheets tangled and wrapped between her legs, effectively trapping her in position. She was breathing through her mouth, snoring lightly. He could make out the crusty stuff he’d brushed from his own eyes upon wakening.
That was the sight he was going to have to get used to for the rest of his life.
For a moment Ed sat there, watching with a grimace, and then he snorted and rolled over, intending to shut the window before the inevitable storms started and soaked the rug.
Something caught his eye as he padded across the carpet, and he stopped to examine his flesh leg in the yellow light of the dawning sun.
There were two bruises blooming on his lower leg, one just below his knee and again on his calf. Frowning, Ed prodded them carefully and hissed at the dull pain.
“Where did those come from?” he wondered. Behind him, Winry snorted and kicked at the sheets in her sleep.