As The Bleak Winter Sets In - FourEdward awoke first the next morning, mind groggy and eyes sore, his limbs stiff from the awkward position sat up against the neck of his brother. He placed his head in his hands, rubbing away the headache threatening to arise. The fire had died hours ago, and the only noise in the room came from Alphonse’s giant chest, the huge shoulders rising and falling rhythmically.As The Bleak Winter Sets In - Four by sukuangtou
Why Al? Why is it always him?
He wanted to cry again, but no tears were left, and instead he found himself carefully running his flesh hand through the long caramel hair that he knew so well from their childhood, leaning back against Alphonse. It was soft and smooth, thick like the child’s hair he remembered, and he picked at a knot that had formed near the end, experienced fingers quickly untangling the precious strands. He had always imagined doing this when Alphonse got his body back, teaching him how to plait it for himself or cutting it – After all, several years without being cared for o