Rookblonkorules

She’s lying on her back in a field of flowers and the sky is blue. It’s these little details that Noah registers the second she opens her eyes. It’s a beautiful first look at her new home. “Hey.” Ed crouches over her, eyes warm, and something in her heart flutters. “Welcome home.” He offers a hand to help her up. She accepts and, at his touch, a thrill runs up her arm. “Come on,” he says, once she’s on her own two feet, and she doesn’t miss the sudden longing that fills his eyes. “There’s somebody I gotta see.” ... The house comes into view and, right away, it takes Noah’s breath away. A pleasant, creamy yellow with green trim, it seems homey upon first glance. A hand-painted sign out front says Automail, declaring the owner’s chosen profession. So they’re here to see a mechanic for Ed’s automail then. There were automail mechanics in her world, of course, but, after two years away, it makes sense that Ed would want to have his limbs looked at. It’s not what Noah had expected his first