FMA: 52 Flavours, Prompt 6
Title: Where to Turn
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 6. a number, a letter/My love/I stand naked of my name/you are softwood and carbon/write me into being.
Pairing: Winry, Elric Brothers
Rating: K
Summary: Before Ed’s surgery, Winry and Al share a moment.
Notes: First of three updates for
52_flavours. Because as much as I love Ed/Winry, the friendship between the three, particularly between Winry and Al, will always be my favorite aspect of the manga.
6. A number, a letter
My love,
I stand naked of my name.
You are softwood and carbon.
Write me into being.
Al stalked through the upstairs hallway, trying as hard as possible to be quiet, but failing miserably and cringing mentally with each step. There was simply no way for him to be quiet in his awkward armor, no matter how many times Winry oiled the joints for him. No matter how lonely his nights had turned, he still didn’t want to be the one responsible for keeping everyone else awake as well.
“Al?” The armor jostled in surprise at the sound of Winry calling his name. He hadn’t noticed the sliver of light from her bedroom, and with a low creak he pulled the door the rest of the way open to look at the girl, sitting cross legged on her bedroom floor with piles of papers and books surrounding her in any direction.
“I thought I heard you.” Winry greeted him with a tired smile, but her eyes were sparkling with barely contained excitement. “Want to see something?”
Curious, he stepped fully into the room, careful to shut the door behind lest the light and their voices carry out and wake Granny and his brother.
“What is it?” he asked, peering over the ring of papers in front of her to look at the long sheet that she’d unrolled and was holding out proudly.
“It’s the blueprints for Ed’s automail,” she said in a low tone, her eyes still glittering despite the dark circles beginning to form under them. “I just finished them, which means-“
Which meant there could be no more delay in getting Ed’s surgeries underway. As desperate as Al was to start the process of getting his body back, he’d been living in fear of these next few months, while Ed underwent the grueling process of automail installation.
For a moment Al couldn’t bear to look at the blueprints, knowing that in a few weeks time they’d be real and attached to his brother, and when he finally turned his head back to Winry he was surprised to find her staring down at them with an almost wistful look upon her face.
“Don’t tell Ed…” she said slowly, her bangs falling into her eyes and refusing Al eye contact. “But they’re the first ones I’ve designed entirely by myself. Granny’s always done the design and let me help, and let me build them, but - but I wanted to do these ones.”
When Al didn’t respond a blush began to bloom across Winry’s cheeks, and, almost babbling, she added, “It’s just, Ed would probably make fun of me and-“
“It’s okay,” Al cut her off suddenly. “I understand.”
And he did too. He and his brother had lost almost everything in their attempt to transmute their mother, and now they had to try to get it all back. Ed had vowed to restore Al to his body, and in return Al wanted to restore the limbs that Ed had lost, especially the arm given for his benefit.
Al couldn’t fix Ed yet, but Winry could complete him.
“I won’t tell Ed,” he promised gently, before shooing her off to bed.
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 6. a number, a letter/My love/I stand naked of my name/you are softwood and carbon/write me into being.
Pairing: Winry, Elric Brothers
Rating: K
Summary: Before Ed’s surgery, Winry and Al share a moment.
Notes: First of three updates for
52_flavours. Because as much as I love Ed/Winry, the friendship between the three, particularly between Winry and Al, will always be my favorite aspect of the manga.
6. A number, a letter
My love,
I stand naked of my name.
You are softwood and carbon.
Write me into being.
Al stalked through the upstairs hallway, trying as hard as possible to be quiet, but failing miserably and cringing mentally with each step. There was simply no way for him to be quiet in his awkward armor, no matter how many times Winry oiled the joints for him. No matter how lonely his nights had turned, he still didn’t want to be the one responsible for keeping everyone else awake as well.
“Al?” The armor jostled in surprise at the sound of Winry calling his name. He hadn’t noticed the sliver of light from her bedroom, and with a low creak he pulled the door the rest of the way open to look at the girl, sitting cross legged on her bedroom floor with piles of papers and books surrounding her in any direction.
“I thought I heard you.” Winry greeted him with a tired smile, but her eyes were sparkling with barely contained excitement. “Want to see something?”
Curious, he stepped fully into the room, careful to shut the door behind lest the light and their voices carry out and wake Granny and his brother.
“What is it?” he asked, peering over the ring of papers in front of her to look at the long sheet that she’d unrolled and was holding out proudly.
“It’s the blueprints for Ed’s automail,” she said in a low tone, her eyes still glittering despite the dark circles beginning to form under them. “I just finished them, which means-“
Which meant there could be no more delay in getting Ed’s surgeries underway. As desperate as Al was to start the process of getting his body back, he’d been living in fear of these next few months, while Ed underwent the grueling process of automail installation.
For a moment Al couldn’t bear to look at the blueprints, knowing that in a few weeks time they’d be real and attached to his brother, and when he finally turned his head back to Winry he was surprised to find her staring down at them with an almost wistful look upon her face.
“Don’t tell Ed…” she said slowly, her bangs falling into her eyes and refusing Al eye contact. “But they’re the first ones I’ve designed entirely by myself. Granny’s always done the design and let me help, and let me build them, but - but I wanted to do these ones.”
When Al didn’t respond a blush began to bloom across Winry’s cheeks, and, almost babbling, she added, “It’s just, Ed would probably make fun of me and-“
“It’s okay,” Al cut her off suddenly. “I understand.”
And he did too. He and his brother had lost almost everything in their attempt to transmute their mother, and now they had to try to get it all back. Ed had vowed to restore Al to his body, and in return Al wanted to restore the limbs that Ed had lost, especially the arm given for his benefit.
Al couldn’t fix Ed yet, but Winry could complete him.
“I won’t tell Ed,” he promised gently, before shooing her off to bed.