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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Gentle and wise and intelligent and kind... and so unlike anyone she'd ever known in Xing...
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
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.
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.
He didn't need chalk, or ink; hell, if anything, blood was a better medium for this purpose.
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.
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.
"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.
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
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.
He closed his fist around her sash and curled into himself, trying to keep his thoughts away from dark things.
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.
I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
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.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
In that moment, nature feels alive around her, resisting her, and every small victory of every small breath confirms that she’s alive, too.
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 was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
"Do we still have cucumbers? Or I guess I could transmute a mold, do you need this dining chair?"
To her, the Philosopher's Stone is blood and fire: his fire, her blood.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"
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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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.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
But when the acting commander of the Intelligence branch, the man who controlled her widow's pension, requested and required this service... well... well.
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.
"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."
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 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.
Sometimes, when he lay awake and undisturbed for many hours, he almost thought he had even succeeded.
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
Roy Mustang had his own addiction, and it was very simple: Roy Mustang was addicted to lieutenants.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
Nothing made sense anymore.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.