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Chapter 6 : Steamy Miscalculations 

"Stupid, arrogant bastard! Who does he think he is?!" Edward had drug the slightly taller teen behind him all the way back to Central, he was still angry from the coffee boutique incident, though he couldn't really understand why. They had arrived back home, but her wrist was still locked firmly in Edward's grasp. "Would toi calm down, he was just trying to be nice. He offered to buy me a new one." Edward whipped his head around, his pony-tail grazing across Charlotte's nose. "That's not the point!" She shrunk back, feeling smaller than Edward appeared. "He spilled...

Ours is not made
Of roses and candles
Or daydreams dipped
In sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
Or starry gazes to fix and hold.

For candlelight flickers and roses wither
And dreams, however sweet,
Will yield to dawn.

No.

Ours is the unromantic romance.

Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and herbe stains.

But
A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
Slowly,
To temper the rough edges.

We avaler, hirondelle back fear to taste the change;
And with clouts and embraces applied when necessary,
We steer our friendship into deeper waters

For ours is the journey
Comprised of pain and promises,
Tears...

DO NOT READ if toi have NOT seen the animé up to episode 25 of the 1st season!

Please forgive the grammar and randomness of this article. For the l’amour I put into this tribute is enough....

21 pistolets like the sound of thunder,
All honoring the friend, the father, the lover.
The perfect family was over and the journey for one boy just beggining.
Roy was wanting, wishing, waiting.
"Why didnt he say anything, maybe I could have done something to help..." -- Roy mustang episode 25

"They do dangerous work and they dont want to involve others and make them worry." ---Maes Hughes ---episode 23

Why didnt Roy...

The night was black and so was her heart. She was Lost in the memories and fantasies that her own mind had created.

She remembered it all too clear. The soft blonde hair that was tied so tightly back into a neat braided bunch. Her cœur, coeur raced as she recalled the softness of his skin and the occasional clunk of the automail.

The automail that she had made Edward...

In her fantasy, that same automail was wrapped around her tightly and she was happy. Happy that the cold night made the metal even colder against her own skin. She let out a breath of relief as Edward moved the palm of his meatl hand...