tired of waiting.

         all drafts will be moved to the new blog, and i’ll do the starters i owe there ! 

    ooc.    also . . . what if i made winry her own, separate blog . . .?

     like for a starter  !!    the length of the thread will vary.

    “give me.”   kiss.   “three more.”   kiss.   “minutes. okay?”   he mumbles something incoherent, turning to face forward. she begins to braid his hair, a smile rising to her lips.   i’ll have to remember that trick for the future.

     she rises, frowning when she’s forced to peer around a small group of people exiting the train.  then she spots him.  “ed!”  she calls, barreling towards him.  she giggles, ignoring the amused looks they’re getting as she crashes into him, arms wrapping around his form.  “i thought the train was never going to get here.”  //  @ichoreyed​

     “you’ve been awfully quiet today.”   winry glances at ed, sliding her bandanna from her head to dab at the sweat forming on her neck.  the warm weather makes working with automail brutal, but he’s in need of some tune-ups.    she’s just come downstairs to grab a glass of water.  it doesn’t strike her until she spots him that he hasn’t pestered her all day.  “not that i’m complaining . . . but is something on your mind?”  //  @hakune​

    she’s interrupted from her thoughts by the sound of footsteps behind her.  another state alchemist walks her way.  winry scoots over, pressing her arm against the stair railing.  “sorry  ---  i hope i’m not in your way.”   //  @cerbinwen

    the streets are barren as evening closes in, flooding the streets in warm, orange light.  frustration surges through her as she gets turned around for what feels like the millionth time. there’s a glimmer of hope in the form of a man down the street.  he lingers in front of a bar.         (  has she wandered into a bad part of town?  )  steeling her courage, she approaches him.  “excuse me, sir?  do you know where the butcher shop is?  the one owned by the curtis family?”       //   @thecrimsonmonster