I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
"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."
"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!"
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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To her, the Philosopher's Stone is blood and fire: his fire, her blood.
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.
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
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 had been a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Eyes across a crowded room, and all that jazz.
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
Sometimes, when he lay awake and undisturbed for many hours, he almost thought he had even succeeded.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
People paid a lot of money to see things like this, she imagined.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
"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!"
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
It was kind of ironic, and kind of inconvenient, that Rush Valley, the capital city of automail, was also hot as hell for half the year.
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
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.
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 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 the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
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 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."
"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
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
Gentle and wise and intelligent and kind... and so unlike anyone she'd ever known in Xing...
Itís February in Central. Thereís nothing better to do.
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.
"They raise the dead. They make creatures to fight in the war. This is Edward! This is your son. You have to see that!"
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"
It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
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.
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 wanted to be able to do something like that; tangle limbs and lips and know what it was like to not have a responsibility.
"Do we still have cucumbers? Or I guess I could transmute a mold, do you need this dining chair?"
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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Nothing made sense anymore.
After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
Etiquette doesn't quite cover situations like this one.