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scriveynerTitle: Come With Us
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al, Winry
Rating: T
Length: 311
Summary: So what was holding Edward back?
Winry tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. Edward sat in the chair next to her, his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted forward as he dozed. He was exhausted - not in nearly as bad a shape as Alphonse (and his automail was even intact, she should be proud of him), but he was still beaten up, white bandages stark against his tan skin and bright hair.
He had greeted her as he always had, and proceeded to doze off in the chair next to her while they waited. He knew she intended to take them both home to Resembool; that had always been the plan. Their home was in Resembool, with Winry and Granny Pinako - even if the plot of land was overgrown with weeds and wreckage, it was still their home.
Alphonse was going - she knew he was, the absolute relief in HIS eyes when he saw her spoke volumes - Winry cried into his shoulder for almost twenty minutes, simply happy to see him intact for the first time in years. They were going back to Resembool together.
But Edward…?
She wasn’t sure. There was something different in his eyes now, something she had never seen before and wasn’t sure how to deal with. He looked the same, the same weary grin, the mocking flinch when she smacked him, even the way he was sleeping now, feet sprawled out and chin on his chest.
Winry sighed, and looked up at the clock. There was no reason for Edward not to go back with them. True, the military was a mess right now, and the entire city was in upheaval but they had accomplished their goal. Alphonse was restored.
So what was holding Edward back?
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al, Winry
Rating: T
Length: 311
Summary: So what was holding Edward back?
Winry tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. Edward sat in the chair next to her, his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted forward as he dozed. He was exhausted - not in nearly as bad a shape as Alphonse (and his automail was even intact, she should be proud of him), but he was still beaten up, white bandages stark against his tan skin and bright hair.
He had greeted her as he always had, and proceeded to doze off in the chair next to her while they waited. He knew she intended to take them both home to Resembool; that had always been the plan. Their home was in Resembool, with Winry and Granny Pinako - even if the plot of land was overgrown with weeds and wreckage, it was still their home.
Alphonse was going - she knew he was, the absolute relief in HIS eyes when he saw her spoke volumes - Winry cried into his shoulder for almost twenty minutes, simply happy to see him intact for the first time in years. They were going back to Resembool together.
But Edward…?
She wasn’t sure. There was something different in his eyes now, something she had never seen before and wasn’t sure how to deal with. He looked the same, the same weary grin, the mocking flinch when she smacked him, even the way he was sleeping now, feet sprawled out and chin on his chest.
Winry sighed, and looked up at the clock. There was no reason for Edward not to go back with them. True, the military was a mess right now, and the entire city was in upheaval but they had accomplished their goal. Alphonse was restored.
So what was holding Edward back?
