The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
He had believed, until that moment, that he had moved beyond carnal wants and human feelings.
It didn't fool Al one bit when his brother tried to sneak into their dorm room long after curfew, but that didn't stop Ed from trying.
"How is it possible for you to be so like him?" she whispered, nuzzling against his throat.
After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
"Don't look so downcast!" orders Mustang, grinning maniacally. "Our honour is at stake! Don't let me down! Sometimes you just have to take one for the team!"
rated:K-L | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | pre-series | SP: no plot spoilers but stars characters we meet up t | Briggs Bears | Buccaneer | Miles | Olivia Mira Armstrong | Roy Mustang | 354th FG HQ | Rebecca Catalina
You could attribute it to teenage rebellion, if you liked, or to homunculus-hormones, which could be quite fierce, or heck, maybe she was just living up to her name.
She looked the wire over for a minute, noting where the insulation had been stripped away for retuning, then tugged it gently, careful not to pull too hard.
She stands beside him with her arms full of bandages, hoping the day he sees his own danger will come before the day he sets himself alight completely.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
"No one shuns their duty in Xing," she said, firmly and leaving no room to brook argument, the way her elders had always passed the maxim to her.
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
"YOU HAVE JUST INTERRUPTED AN IMPORTANT TRIP. IF YOU WISH TO NOT BE BEATEN WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE, YOU BETTER ABANDON THE TRAIN RIGHT NOW!"
But they were no longer young, and they no longer lived together, and Al wouldn't embarrass his brother in front of their hosts by trying to take care of him.
But when the acting commander of the Intelligence branch, the man who controlled her widow's pension, requested and required this service... well... well.
They wouldn't be leaving until well after sunset, trusting Al to guide them through the dense thicket of sassafras and witch hazel to the road.
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
When he received no immediate response, he drew back and let her go, and the aching vulnerability on his face made her blink in surprise.
It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
To her, the Philosopher's Stone is blood and fire: his fire, her blood.
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
It was kind of ironic, and kind of inconvenient, that Rush Valley, the capital city of automail, was also hot as hell for half the year.
He underestimates the little things, like how long it will take him to put his socks on in the morning, and she comes up the stairs when breakfast is long since over to find him crouched over a torn stocking, blinking back furious tears...
It made only a semblance of sense, but she understood that the whole truth would be revealed when Ed could be led from this graveyard of the years he had lost.
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
He didn't need chalk, or ink; hell, if anything, blood was a better medium for this purpose.
"Do we still have cucumbers? Or I guess I could transmute a mold, do you need this dining chair?"
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
"I'm not being forced out of another home. They won't be here long, and it's not like they'll be looking for us."
He would have killed, before a nonexistent God and Winry, to be that goddamn spatula.
"I am using this spirit gum to stick this necklace over my tattoo. Now stop poking your nose down my cleavage and give me some privacy, Envy."
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
He has lots of women like her, who would like to be his anchor, and too many of them confuse that for throwing themselves head first into the ocean.
"They raise the dead. They make creatures to fight in the war. This is Edward! This is your son. You have to see that!"
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"
Gentle and wise and intelligent and kind... and so unlike anyone she'd ever known in Xing...
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
rated:K | M+F S+S | Fullmetal | mid-series | First Place, Het & Non-Het | Green Lion Winner | Riza Hawkeye | Roy Mustang | angst | humor | sweet | Elric Kyoudai | 354th FG HQ | 2004 First Kiss, Non-Het
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
It was growing to be habit, restless energy that ran under his skin after she'd just ran her hands over it.
rated:M-L | GENM+F |
Water fills her ears without stopping them, just as grief does her mind, and she drums her fingers on the wooden slats in time to the litany of her failure.
Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.