"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.
Al knew better than anyone that Ed, if he put his mind to it, could do anything, and a little thing like missing limbs wasn't going to stop him.
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.
Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
He wanted to be able to do something like that; tangle limbs and lips and know what it was like to not have a responsibility.
People paid a lot of money to see things like this, she imagined.
He would have killed, before a nonexistent God and Winry, to be that goddamn spatula.
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
In that moment, nature feels alive around her, resisting her, and every small victory of every small breath confirms that she’s alive, too.
He closed his fist around her sash and curled into himself, trying to keep his thoughts away from dark things.
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
Greed reached out for whatever proved she was undeniably, unrepentantly alive.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
More than once she thought she half-saw a face in the leaves, formed by a trick of light and shadow, and her steps grew languid and slow.
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.
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.
Winry sucked in a gasp, and dropped backward in shock.
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
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.
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
"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!"
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"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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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.
Nothing made sense anymore.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"
"How is it possible for you to be so like him?" she whispered, nuzzling against his throat.
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
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"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
"They raise the dead. They make creatures to fight in the war. This is Edward! This is your son. You have to see that!"
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
"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."
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
There's nothing wrong with his legs, at least — a sidestep to the right and two paces back and he'd be out the door, if it weren't shut.
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.
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
He can do the math; he knows that with two of them and only one of her, there's no good way for things to come out even.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
Roy Mustang had his own addiction, and it was very simple: Roy Mustang was addicted to lieutenants.
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.