When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
Nothing made sense anymore.
Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.
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.
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...
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.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
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.
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
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.
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.
"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!"
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
"If you've got something to say, say it," she said. "If not, hand me a fork, would you?"
Sometimes, when he lay awake and undisturbed for many hours, he almost thought he had even succeeded.
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.
People paid a lot of money to see things like this, she imagined.
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
He didn't need chalk, or ink; hell, if anything, blood was a better medium for this purpose.
"How is it possible for you to be so like him?" she whispered, nuzzling against his throat.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
Winry sucked in a gasp, and dropped backward in shock.
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.
"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
Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
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 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.
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.
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
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.
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 would have killed, before a nonexistent God and Winry, to be that goddamn spatula.
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
"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 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.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
Etiquette doesn't quite cover situations like this one.