#pessimistics

there's a plaintive silence overriding the area; mostly due to how flabbergasted the random comment was. the statement, he's dissecting slower than he would at rapid fire speed on a normal day. his non normal days? twice as fast if not thrice. golden eyes flit to the man's with an unwittingly scrunched up face ( he's forgotten the last part, for now. but oh when it hits --- ! ) 

" .... er, i don't even know you and you l....love me ---- " those blinding eyes so sunlike in all the best and worst ways squint suddenly as the realization of the other part of his words kicks in.

.... and the fullmetal alchemist combusts into a solar flare.

" WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING TINY?! DON'T TACK 'I LOVE YOU' AFTER THAT! YOU GOT A LOTTA NERVE, PAL!" he wasn't small, the world was just so damn big! seems edward hadn't entirely adjusted to the usage of short terms .... well, it still had been years and he was reacting predictably every time. if only he was taller ! ! ! 

{ @pessimistics ;;

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@pessimistics asked:

Hugs her, as he should.

A small smile spread across her features as she felt warm arms around her waist from behind, eyes closing as she leaned against him, savouring it. She knows she needs to; moments like this are rare for them, or have been, at least. Better to take them while she can.

she’s stolen his shirt— button down thrice her size, so petite, so petite she’s hardly more than a mouse. All five foot nothing of the good doctor leaves a faint glimmer of forgotten coral gloss at his cheekbone. it glitters in the sun where her lips had grazed. it makes her want to do it again, so she does, and she lingers affectionately against his counter, leaning on her good hip. her fingertips curl to ghost against his arm and they stay there, hovering affectionately.

“ yes, please. merci. ”

her french is elegant and refined in its sound, smooth as cool marble. she can’t help but smile so greatly, but beam so truly the sun would be envious in its pitiful glow. his shirt makes shadows in the pallor of her skin, creases and wrinkles as present as the scars that dot her skin.

“ is there anything i can do? ”

she hovers in the space between them, her hair dropping to flop in loose, lazy curls down her shoulder. she smiles, smiles, smiles. bigger, wider, like a pooling thing. unhaunted for moments at a time.