Note: This is a crosspost from ao3!

Summary:

The year 1914, Central City, Amestris.

A sunny day, the first in a long time. The rainy season was living up to its name that year, the year before the sun would be swallowed and a man who wasn’t really a man would try to become God.

A blue-green blanket, a coloring book, and a box of crayons, all tied up in white satin ribbon.

A navy dress, pearl and silver hair pins, a bouquet of flowers, and Jean Havoc in a blazer and tie.

Beatrice Cameron, four years his junior, would once again fall apart in the arms of a second lieutenant with an addiction--to her.