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i think it’s a universal truth that everyone in our generation takes pluto’s losing its planetary status as a personal...
Because I did like that cafe drabble I wrote for you I’m picking Fairy Tail Cafe AU!
Mystogan comes in every day at the same time, at Mira’s lunch...
Mustang’s eyes are fixed on her face, and she smiles - really, fully smiles, in a way the doctor is not sure he’s ever seen anywhere. She is radiant, dark eyes shining and pale cheeks glowing, golden hair framing pure happiness. Marcoh never knew she could smile like that and for an instant, he is almost in love with her himself.
(Brilliancy, chapter eight)
They move with a rhythm as though they are perpetually dancing, perfectly in step. Separately they exist, but it’s because of each other that they actually live. He can’t stand the idea of sharing this sort of intimacy with anyone else, and he’s fairly certain she can’t either.
She breathes out, he breathes in. She breathes in, he breathes out.
Colonel Hawkeye escorts Ed to the phones, where he gets an outside line and lets Winry know that he’s arrived safely in Ishval. It makes her smile; he has learned a few points of courtesy in the last few years.
Once he finishes his call, she shows him to the residential section of the headquarters building. “Resembool’s too far for you to rush back right away,” she tells him. “Besides, it’s been so long since we’ve seen you. Take some rest, and once you’ve had breakfast tomorrow, we’ll give you a tour of what’s being done.”
“Thanks, Colonel.” He sets the old suitcase on the bed and sits beside it. “It feels weird to call you that, no offense.”
“None taken. It took me a while to get used to it - in my mind, ‘Colonel’ still means General Mustang.”
“Yeah, I bet.” He tilts his head, studying her for a second. “Oh, that’s what’s different!”
“Your hair - you didn’t cut it! It’s still long!”
Riza smiles, puzzled. “You thought I cut my hair?”
“Yeah, Mrs. Hughes sent us a picture of you and General Showoff at some parade in Central - the Fuhrer’s inauguration, I guess. The angle made it look like your hair was cut short.”
She thinks for a minute. “Oh, now I remember. I was wearing it braided down my back for the occasion. Sort of the way you used to wear yours, actually.”
Ed nods. “Your hair is sort of like Winry’s, you should keep it long.”
She knows a compliment when she hears one. “Thanks, Edward.”