edwinrys:

with all this hate for the Good Ladies of FMA lately, it’s time for a nice chat. I’m going to sit my petty ass down right now and wax poetic about Royai and Edwin for a good couple paragraphs, because both Riza and Winry are on equal ground with their counterparts, and they are just as important and developed as their romantic interests. 

I’m sure that there are wonderful het ships out there. Hell, I’ve got a collection of well-written and supportive het ships stacked in the back of my closet, but Royai and Edwin are my two Universal Constants. They’re two ends of a spectrum. They’re both layered and beautiful and important, but they are very, very different. 

Edwin is soft and resilient, strong and willful and stubborn. It bends and stretches and sometimes tangles, but in the end it’s still a bond. I write/read Edwin when I want a happy ending; support, care, and the pure relationship of two people who care for one another beyond the limits of romantic affection. They have a love that’s platonic and romantic and existential, so strong that they’re bound to find each other again in some other life, somewhere in the future. 

Royai is hard and sharp, but strong like tempered steel. It’s dark and angsty; simultaneously doomed and meant to be. But despite all the darkness, it still has that hope and drive of two people with goals and dreams and futures. Two soldiers trudging towards the finish line so they can set down their weapons and redeem themselves through acts of good. It’s a tough, knock-down, painful love, but it’s paved and laced with trust and the desire to rebuild. 

Even down to their colors, it’s obvious they’re two sides of a coin, a double bladed knife 

Edwin is the sun, golden and sunshine yellow hair. The soft colors of a rural summer. pastoral cornflower blues and the golden yellow of wheat. The word ‘home’ and everything it entails, from a painted porch to a freshly baked apple pie. It’s warm and heavy like honey, but light enough to float through any flood. 

Royai is the moon, gun-metal grey and rich pigment red. The dark navy blue of the military, the stark red-on-white of blood on a freshly pressed button up. Crisp and clean, but bleeding over pages to soak through down to the spine of every story they have. The colors of dedication beyond sanity.