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THATS ME AND MY BF LMAO
I’m 5'1 and he’s 6'3 he does that shit too I look so puny :(
Just because I’m smol doesn’t mean I can’t beat you up!!!!
used to date a guy who was 6'4 and I'm 5'2 and one time we were arguing and he took a picture of me from his eye level to show me what I looked like from his perspective and honestly that was so disrespectful
Mary could still remember that day, it had been her happiest; she still recalled the feeling of his hands through her hair as he braided it, listening carefully to his instruction, the pleased look on his face at her first successful transmutation... just thinking of it made even her worst nights bareable. Nights where her life before haunted her, the fear of the first battle she was dragged into and forced to direct, they all had her waking in a cold sweat and tears. No comfort to be found in anything but another hot bath, and replaying the sound of Ed’s voice in her mind.
Had she started to fall? Yes, yes she had. Like an idiot, because even without saying...she knew his heart belonged to the beautiful blonde woman in Amestris, the normal girl with such incredible skill and intelligence. She gave him a beautifully crafted leg to stand on, after all. Yes, she’d asked Ed for stories of his world whenever they’d take breaks from lessons. She loved them all, even the ones about the mechanic that made her heart ache. Mary couldn’t hate Winry Rockbell, she couldn’t, not when she’d been one of Ed’s rocks...no, what she hated was herself; she hated her warped, twisted psyche, she hated the way she looked, the sheer uselessness of the skills she had (because she was still learning, she felt she couldn’t call alchemy one of her skills)... Winry was everything, and Mary was nothing... Ed deserved the very best... but the best could never be her. So...she simply contented herself with his presence, the happiness he’d brought her for the first time in her life...
Today, Mary had sat waiting for Ed for two hours (thankfully, and hilariously enough, Prince Alfonse had gotten so fed up with Edward, and Mary’s proclivity for trying to get out of the castle for fresh air, that he’d made the alchemist the summoner’s bodyguard. Not that it wasn’t convenient, since it allowed them to be left alone. It meant more time to teach Mary, and more time to figure out how to escape Zenith). In that time, she’d read over her notes and books to be ready when he showed up....but he never did. Concerned, Mary had gone to the alchemist’s room, now bigger and more comfortable, next to hers (since, again, bodyguard), to check up on him. Quietly opening the door, Mary saw that Ed had fallen asleep at his desk. She tiptoed over to the alchemist, noting the research papers on his desk. She wasn’t surprised, as she’d noticed something off about his leg. However, he’d hurt himself if he slept there! Ignoring the photo of Winry on the desk, the tiny girl did her very best to carefully and quietly lift him from the chair, shaking as she struggled to carry him to bed. She’d made it to the bed, and managed to scoot onto it with the passed out man, but...he suddenly moved when she tried to set him down on the mattress, and poor little Mary had gotten herself trapped beneath him, unable to lift him off to free herself. Considering this, the bewildered summoner simply stayed still so she wouldn’t wake him up.
Hopefully, Ed wouldn’t misunderstand the motive and get mad, because there was no way the poor girl could get herself free at this point.
A Summoner’s Tale (closed FEH AU with traceofalchemy)
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A quick, happy little nod from the summoner was the response given as she got up from her seat beside him. “Okay! I know a place in the gardens we can use! It’s far enough from everything going on today, so we should be fine…” she spoke up, picking up the books she’d brought. At least one of them she’d brought mostly for her benefit; an introductory book to the craft in general, since she still had so much to learn.
“Hmm… well…I think I read in one book that there are three stages to a transmutation; comprehension, decomposition, and reconstruction. You have to understand the inherent structure and properties of the atomic or molecular makeup of what material you’re transmuting, including the flow of energy…and then you use energy to break down the material into a more malleable state for reshaping, then you just…continue the flow of energy to reshape it. Was that right? I think that’s what I read… I do know for sure that it’s not like magic; you can’t create a something drastically different from what materials you’ve got, it has to have the same chemical makeup. You can’t turn an apple into an orange, or make something bigger than what it already was. The starting material restricts what you can transmute,” Mary added, trying to remember everything she’d read, motioning for him to follow her…
One thing was for sure; this whole escape plan of theirs would take time, considering it also kind of required teaching Mary how to use alchemy in the first place.
Ed spent hours after hours everyday answering questions of hers and helping her through some of the material -it wasn’t hard since she had a good grasp of it already. When he wasn’t helping her, he was doing research of his own. He was trying his hardest to discover some solution, but it seemed there wasn’t much they could do to… literally switch worlds again.
Although the two had grown a whole lot closer, between helping her, helping with the prince and his shenanigans, and exhausting his efforts on research, he was beginning to lose hope that he’d make it back home at all. He’d never say such a thing out loud, but it was beginning to sink in more, and his motivation and energy was getting harder to hold up.
It had been a little over a month since they’d started their alchemy training. He was very impressed with Mary’s want to learn and ability to pick up on alchemy easily. If anything he was happy to be stuck there with a girl who made sense and at least cared enough to try her hardest, and even that was starting to make him feel guilty.
The two were supposed to meet up at their usual place in the garden to do some training. Unfortunately, Ed had passed out at his desk reading an article on maintaining armor. He had finally given in and realized he had to learn a proper maintenance routine for his automail leg -especially since it was starting to get stiff. In no way was it as interesting as his usual study materials.