"Damn well better be--I bought 'em two days ago and I'm not keeling over yet. Got any dry ones on you?"
When they are alone in the passenger car, the silence is both natural and oppressive.
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?
I had asked him, thinking she would say yes, that everything would be okay, that no one would tell my brother no because I know I never could.
rated:G | GEN | Fullmetal |
It was so strange, the way Alphonse's suddenly reduced size could make Edward look suddenly so much bigger.
Five minutes before the day officially ended, Havoc retrieved the car, and saluted as Mustang came down the steps and opened his own door.
Impress, they had told him. Make us see why we should choose you as one of our own.
Ed woke up slowly, and wished he hadn't.
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.
According to Hughes, Major Mustang was close to promotion and as his subordinate, it was her prerogative to try and help him to reach the next rung of the ladder.
Etiquette doesn't quite cover situations like this one.
"Now, Earth-type world, yes? Spoken language identified as late pre-Galactic English."
rated:M-L | GEN | Alt Universe | TWT | First Place (popular); Second Place (juried) | Green Lion Winner | Alfons Heiderich | Edward Elric | crack | drama | fusion | introspective | 2009 Brave New Worlds, Original
But last night I dreamed of Teacher, standing in a brightness like sunlit mist, holding out her arms to me, smiling gently.
Al makes a worried little noise, and Ed raises his head a little. He's been found out, he thinks, and knows he should feel something.
Besides, no one ever said that tumultuous times had to begin with a fanfare.
"It's getting worse," his brother said as he came in the door.
rated:G | GEN | dark
He was just contemplating a launch, kick and a dash for the window when Armstrong's hands closed in his hair.
The audience fades away; the chatters dies, their twin breaths are the soft herald of thunder to come.
It was just as his body heat was beginning to bring the sheets up to a reasonable temperature that the noise caught his ears- an ugly scraping sound, unnatural and harsh in the silence of early morning hours.
That day, Ed had pulled his hair out of a braid and tied it up into a neat ponytail.
Of course, when she was their age she could hardly recite her multiplication tables, much less draw complex alchemical glyphs.
Ed's birthday had passed a little over a month ago, while they were still with Sensei.
Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye stands behind Colonel Roy Mustang, laughing silently about her silly dreams, her hand never straying far from the gun by her side.
They are his signposts and self-inscriptions, cordoning off the book as his own, as something he possesses.
"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 search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
But at least there was softness beneath the fear, and the eyes apologized to her for her pain, even when the lips did not.
Ed liked him this way -- so why did it make him so furious to have to deal with Al caring one way or another about him?
Al thought of Martel, of Nina. He didn't want to be a chimera.
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
He didn't know why they would do this to him, why they would stare with sad eyes and sad lips, with mouths turned down for the frowns that came.
What price for a human soul? Even a body and a leg had left a debt that could cleave the world in two.
Winry was ten when her grandmother commented that she already needed training bras.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
"But he's just a kid... he's too short to be a criminal..."
He lifted his eyes to Ed's, returned Ed's even, blank gaze. "Brothers," he said. "That's what we are."
He hadn't asked Hughes to follow him to this place.
Hohenheim had been familiar with death, but his own still took him by surprise.
Nurses in white smocks bustle about a tiny nurses's station, and he is intercepted by one of the younger ones, a new girl he doesn't recognize.
Car broke down again, couple kilometers out of the city, so they had to walk for a while, until Alfons couldn't speak for the coughing.
...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
Breathing. Fuck, he did it every day of his life, why was it so hard all of a sudden?
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
"This one's for you, Al." Edward swore, raised the glass to his lips, and braced for the impact.
"I was your mother once," Dante told him with an air of great drunken magnanimity one evening.
Death could come to Roy on his time. Appointment first. Lunch, maybe.
If armor could narrow its eyes, Ed knew Al would have been doing so.