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'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.
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
rated:K-L-V | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: ch 1-108 | DF: ch 105 | Alphonse Elric | Edward Elric | Roy Mustang | mystery | 354th FG HQ | UST | 2010 Best New Voices, Neophyte | Havoc/Rebecca
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
In that moment, nature feels alive around her, resisting her, and every small victory of every small breath confirms that she’s alive, too.
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
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.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
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.
"If you've got something to say, say it," she said. "If not, hand me a fork, would you?"
It was growing to be habit, restless energy that ran under his skin after she'd just ran her hands over it.
rated:M-L | GENM+F |
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
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...
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
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.
Winry sucked in a gasp, and dropped backward in shock.
After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
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 was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.
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.
Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
It had been a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Eyes across a crowded room, and all that jazz.
"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."
Sometimes, when he lay awake and undisturbed for many hours, he almost thought he had even succeeded.
"Do we still have cucumbers? Or I guess I could transmute a mold, do you need this dining chair?"
Etiquette doesn't quite cover situations like this one.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
"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!"
Nothing made sense anymore.
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
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.
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.
"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
I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
Greed reached out for whatever proved she was undeniably, unrepentantly alive.
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.
"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!"
rated:K-L | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | pre-series | SP: no plot spoilers but stars characters we meet up t | Briggs Bears | Buccaneer | Miles | Olivia Mira Armstrong | Roy Mustang | 354th FG HQ | Rebecca Catalina
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
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.
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.