Winry sucked in a gasp, and dropped backward in shock.
"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."
Greed reached out for whatever proved she was undeniably, unrepentantly alive.
"They raise the dead. They make creatures to fight in the war. This is Edward! This is your son. You have to see that!"
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.
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
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.
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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"How is it possible for you to be so like him?" she whispered, nuzzling against his throat.
"Do we still have cucumbers? Or I guess I could transmute a mold, do you need this dining chair?"
He would have killed, before a nonexistent God and Winry, to be that goddamn spatula.
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 a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
"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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"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
Etiquette doesn't quite cover situations like this one.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
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.
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.
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
Gentle and wise and intelligent and kind... and so unlike anyone she'd ever known in Xing...
But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
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.
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
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.
"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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But when the acting commander of the Intelligence branch, the man who controlled her widow's pension, requested and required this service... well... well.
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
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.
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.
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
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.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
"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.
To her, the Philosopher's Stone is blood and fire: his fire, her blood.
"If you've got something to say, say it," she said. "If not, hand me a fork, would you?"
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
Sometimes, when he lay awake and undisturbed for many hours, he almost thought he had even succeeded.
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.