"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
"How is it possible for you to be so like him?" she whispered, nuzzling against his throat.
"They raise the dead. They make creatures to fight in the war. This is Edward! This is your son. You have to see that!"
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 well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
He closed his fist around her sash and curled into himself, trying to keep his thoughts away from dark things.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
Greed reached out for whatever proved she was undeniably, unrepentantly alive.
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.
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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There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
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.
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.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
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.
Roy Mustang had his own addiction, and it was very simple: Roy Mustang was addicted to lieutenants.
Itís February in Central. Thereís nothing better to do.
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.
Winry sucked in a gasp, and dropped backward in shock.
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
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.
He would have killed, before a nonexistent God and Winry, to be that goddamn spatula.
"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.
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
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.
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.
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.
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.
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
Sometimes, when he lay awake and undisturbed for many hours, he almost thought he had even succeeded.
Gentle and wise and intelligent and kind... and so unlike anyone she'd ever known in Xing...
Nothing made sense anymore.
He didn't need chalk, or ink; hell, if anything, blood was a better medium for this purpose.
"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."
"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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"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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"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!"
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.
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
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...