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 par the script here so don't kill me for that ( even though some lines are) Disclaimer: i own nothing.
Winry: 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 par me. It was written par 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 plus 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 commentaire 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 siège 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 cuisine counter and glanced at the clock: 2:36 AM. He winced.
Why did he even bother staying up so late with his dusty alchemy livres anymore? No matter how much he studied ou 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 toi 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," a dit Trisha, a weary but proud smile on her lips. "I knew I could count on you. And remember," she added, leaning vers l'avant, vers l’avant 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 toi keep it sûr, sans danger for me?"
for Morning is made of mysteries and uncertainties the hopes of beginnings the risks of unknowns the potential for greatness ou failure
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The sunlight of a newborn jour peeps through the window behind her and coaxes its way past the curtains, falling across a table, tableau 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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