Disclaimer: I don’t own FMA, Arakawa-sensei owns it. She rocks.
Many people confused Ed’s automail to cold, just like his exterior.
In fact, it was quite the opposite.
His arm and leg were running machines, with small engines and hydraulics to control movement. It had elbow brakes, electronic wires, the works. Under stress, it got quite hot, and Ed burned himself on more then one occasion during a fierce battle because the machine would touch his bare skin. But most of the time it was warm, unless the weather caused otherwise.
Winry found this to be an accurate description of the wielder. Hot-tempered in battle, cold when the rain reminded him of unwanted memories, but to those who knew him well, he was warm.
She snuggled closer to him, the warmth seeping through her cheek.
“What are you doing?” Edward said quizzically, staring at the girl sitting beside him.
“Nothing.” She said, smiling happily. Ed sighed and let her stay that way, continuing to read his book.
He really tried to act cold, but you never can cover the warmth that radiates from a well functioning machine.
Authors Note: I was toying with this for a long time, and I’m happy with it, but I wish I could have found a better ending for it. Oh well. Enjoy!
Wearer of the viking hat,
Gabby the Great