Ed began to understand why some people talked to themselves.
But we the people of Ishvar endure, by the grace and mercy of Ishvarra we endure, and so long as we live we will remember.
A false peace, rotten at the roots: he would dream for the rest of his life of the brother he could not touch and think those dreams his due.
It was only after the sheer sensation had abated — only when he felt on solid enough ground to focus on the subtleties of life once more — that the habit began to catch his attention.
I, the stray dog of the desert, who sloped long and pale, slashed to ribbons, across the moonlight sands on my journey to God.
With two younger sisters himself, he knew well that siblings quarreled, but never to this extent.
That she might have to tweak a recipe to get it to come out tasty was something she found irritating at a base level.
Ed's arms swept out, taking in the street and the buildings, the grass and the trees and the sky -- "the world and our own minds to understand it! That's all!" Isn't that enough?
They shared the same eyes, the same hair, and a level of intelligence ... and sometimes, Ed felt far too much like he was his father's son.
Grandfathers should want different things for their grandchildren, shouldn't they?
All a very neat, very efficient system, Kessler thought; raw material and outgoing product in perfect balance, a regular production line built into flesh.
Ed shrugged, although his expression suggested he was trying to keep from being too smug about beating a man almost twice his age.
Were Riza to choose, she would be the shield rather than the sword.
This is the smell of ozone from a lightning strike. This is fear.
Falling back into the sun-warmed grass, Al smiled to the skies, offered them his hopes and dreams on a gilded platter of golden eyes.
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
Fullmetal smiled a long, slow smile, the sort that promised evil things were in the near future, and put his boots up on Roy's desk.
It was easy enough to start a fire, with the appropriate array and dry wood.
On Ed's thirtieth birthday, he attends a memorial that some of the military officers are holding for Ed.
...it's making up for years with a date and flowers by alternately giving her the good, and then the bad, and then the good, and then the bad, and then the horrible.
In the winter months the ground was too hard to dig ditches, so instead they chipped rocks.
Surrounded by foes, he passed through them unseen, unheard, unmarked — one more gray ghost among the damned.
His breath was a transparent spirit before him, a phantom that hung in the air before dissipating into nothingness; Roy was almost envious of it.
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There is grass growing on the cinders, ivy covers the old stones.
They stand and take notes, eyeing him suspiciously, but he doesn't turn to meet their eyes...
Al loved the way his brother's face turned inward, his golden eyes unfocusing and a little smile coming to his face...
He just carries himself with a certain atmosphere, one that feels like splinters of buildings falling off walls and landing broken or the smell of roasted flesh.
It was a game they often played, what would they do once they got their bodies back.
"We ought to have a toast," Ed says, frowning into the depths of his bottle. "They always do when they're having a drink in someone's memory."
He lay back on the couch (in Roy Mustang's office, where else?) and declared , "I'm not wearing this."
She moves the king again, to its last optional safe square and murmurs, "I'll admit this is not how I envisioned my first night on the battlefield."
Edward Elric was in an exceedingly bad mood.
"Then I'm gonna rule the world, too," Maes replied, because he and Roy always did everything together.
"Yeah. Him again. The Colonel doesn't know when to quit, does he?"
On the day the Fuhrer died, it snowed.
He's seen quite enough of the military hospital in Central, and much as he likes the nurses, he was still glad when he thought they were through with it.
Anything, she reflected, is worth seeing you so genuinely happy.
It was a short letter, very succinct, to the point, like all official military correspondences were.
He mostly trusted his brother to be able to put a nearly-three-year-old to bed by himself, but...Al should probably check, just to be sure.
"You report here every Monday at eight o'clock in the morning, on the dot, and call me every other day. You fail to report or call, and your ass is grass."
And when you held your breath, where did you keep it, in your lungs or your mouth or your throat?
Now Ed was into his favorite mode, bitch-at-the-bastard-father-who-ditched-us.
What things Envy learns of his master's nature, of his future and his past alike, are those things which he has divined on his own, and nothing more.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
Hope — he could almost reach out and touch that hope, hours away, maybe, just a few ticks of the clock and an array or two later and it could be real.