Snow [Fullmetal Alchemist]

Snow

Why was it so perfect?

What right had it to be so perfect? So white? So clean, innocent?

A Single White Rose [Fullmetal Alchemist]

-a single white rose-

Memory [Fullmetal Alchemist]

He sat on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest, head down, back against the wall, arms resting on his knees. In each hand, he held an envelope, both yellowed with age. He knew exactly what each contained; he knew each and every word.

Moonstone [FMA]

-Moonstone-

He drapes an arm possessively around her slim shoulders, pulling her in close to himself. A deep sigh escapes her, as she gazes at the stars in blissful joy. Each shines, a pinprick point of light, high above reach, a gilded sphere of polished moonstone, casting their delicate glow upon the darkened world below.

Tiger’s Eye [FMA]

-Tiger’s Eye-

The boy storms around the small room, stopping every once in a while to glare heatedly at the locked door. Sunlight filters in through the small barred window, glancing off and illuminating the child’s golden hair, casting its light on the tangled, silken sheet. His eyes glow like a tiger’s; proud, defiant, and a stubborn sort of determination.

ToP – Chapter 2: Complications [FMA]

Chapter 2: Complications

The dawn broke over a crisp layer of freshly fallen snow, soft red light casting a crimson glow that contrasted with the blinding white of the land. The wind bit as sharply and as bitterly as before, slicing through flesh and cloth alike, causing any one foolish, or headstrong, enough to be caught outside a substantial amount of numbness.

Teachings of Pain: Chapter 1 [FMA]

Teachings that do not speak of pain have no meaning,

Because Humankind cannot gain anything, without first giving something in return…