Sometimes, when he lay awake and undisturbed for many hours, he almost thought he had even succeeded.
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
"How is it possible for you to be so like him?" she whispered, nuzzling against his throat.
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.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
"They raise the dead. They make creatures to fight in the war. This is Edward! This is your son. You have to see that!"
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.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
"If you've got something to say, say it," she said. "If not, hand me a fork, would you?"
After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
It was growing to be habit, restless energy that ran under his skin after she'd just ran her hands over it.
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Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
Winry could not imagine going so far for someone whose name you couldn't even say. She couldn't imagine going so far without allowing yourself to say his name.
She preferred mechanical work for just that reason; at least you knew with relative certainty what automail was going to do when you did something to it.
To her, the Philosopher's Stone is blood and fire: his fire, her blood.
In that moment, nature feels alive around her, resisting her, and every small victory of every small breath confirms that she’s alive, too.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
"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."
"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!"
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.
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 would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
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.
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.
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
Gentle and wise and intelligent and kind... and so unlike anyone she'd ever known in Xing...
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
"Do we still have cucumbers? Or I guess I could transmute a mold, do you need this dining chair?"
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
Nothing made sense anymore.
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
"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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It's not the same at all when the patient choking back cries of pain and thrashing against the straps is her friend and playmate and brother.
It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
"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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He didn't need chalk, or ink; hell, if anything, blood was a better medium for this purpose.
But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"