Rustic Metal

Immediately he looks up from the book he was reading to see the wooden duck Alphonse was holding out for him to see. His little brother was very pleased, as he should be, for his amazing alchemy craftmanship.

@rusticmetal said: Gently wraps his arms around her from behind, burying his face into her hair a moment. “You’ve been painting all day and I doubt you’ve eaten anything either. So let’s get something to eat, hmm?”

     concentration is broken the moment he touches her. body leans backwards on instinct. it’s true, she hasn’t eaten, as she is oft to do when lost within her work. there’s a soft whine that pulls from her at the thought of walking away now, however. ‘  …what if ‘m not hungry ?  ’

       she can’t help but laugh, the sound sudden and almost too loud in the quiet street. she’s quick to bite her lip, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. ‘  oh come on, you love him and you know it.  ’ she can remember when ed first found colonel and how much he had been unsure about keeping him. but if you said that now, the man would pretend he didn’t know what you were talking about.

       as the house comes into view, she digs around in her pocket for her key, having to pull her hand from his to remove the gloves so she can do so. they are stuffed into her pockets as she hops up the front steps to unlock the door.

“I never said I didn’t” Ed burst out laughing, grinning down at Kaye as he always loved to hear her laughter and see her smile. He just loved to see her happy in general really, but mostly when she was laughing.

       ‘  oops ?  ’ sheepish smile graces features before she squeezes his hand gently. the gloves were helping a little but it’s the heat that he gives off that thaws the frozen limbs. a soft laugh escapes, warm breath turning into a cloud in the air. ‘  mhm. especially with colonel. he’ll take up the whole space before we get comfortable !  ’

       ‘  maybe it wouldn’t, but my hands are pretty frozen right now.  ’ she leans into him as they walk, lips curled into a pleased smile as they move down the sidewalk. ‘  coffee sounds good. and i’m sure the two are going to want cuddles. not just pats.  ’

“I could tell by how red they were.” Maybe he should figure out how big her hands are so Al can knit her some gloves? Least she’d have a pair that fit her better and Al has been itching to make her something lately. 

       part of her wants to argue because it means he’ll be carrying her supplies. but she knows better at this point. he’ll do as he pleases. another sigh before she slips one of her hands into his extended one, the other stuffing it’s way into her pocket. ‘  just be lucky we aren’t home. or they’d be on your tummy.  ’

Ed just smiled down at her and waited for her to take his hand before they started to walk home together. “Pffft wouldn’t be the first time.” He burst out laughing, squeezing her hand gently as they started walking. 

       ‘  no, no it’s fine !  ’ but the box is already gone from her hands. a sigh and she’s taking the gloves before pulling them onto her hands. it hurts, her fingers frozen enough from the air that trying to force them into the individual fingers is rough. at least the gloves were too big so it was easier. ‘  …thank you, love.  ’

       ‘ i uh…i’m just gettin’ back from the store. had to pick up my supplies. ’ holds the box up. ‘ i’m just freezing. it’s too cold. ’

       it’s too cold, it’s too cold, it’s too cold, it’s too cold-

Ed chuckled softly as Kaye came up behind him to place her arms around his shoulders. Leaning into him a bit as she did. “Re-reading a book I haven’t read since I was... hmm... sixteen or so? Give or take? I was still a teenager.” He shrugged slightly, turning the book so she could read the title. 

       she waits for him to eat it, watches him chew and swallow before she turns towards him. leaning up on her toes just a bit, her lips meet his in a soft kiss before she pulls back once more, shy smile appearing. ‘  …sorry. couldn’t resist.  ’

       another bout of soft laughter escapes her before she settles against him as arm wraps around waist. then a spoonful is held upwards towards his face. ‘  here, sir. your sweet treat.  ’