But when the acting commander of the Intelligence branch, the man who controlled her widow's pension, requested and required this service... well... well.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
People paid a lot of money to see things like this, she imagined.
I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
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.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
Nothing made sense anymore.
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.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
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...
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
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.
Winry sucked in a gasp, and dropped backward in shock.
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
Etiquette doesn't quite cover situations like this one.
It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
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.
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.
"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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The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
It had been a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Eyes across a crowded room, and all that jazz.
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
It’s February in Central. There’s nothing better to do.
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.
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
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.
But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
Gentle and wise and intelligent and kind... and so unlike anyone she'd ever known in Xing...
"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!"
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.
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
He had believed, until that moment, that he had moved beyond carnal wants and human feelings.
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.
Greed reached out for whatever proved she was undeniably, unrepentantly alive.
He closed his fist around her sash and curled into himself, trying to keep his thoughts away from dark things.
After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
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.
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.
"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.
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."