This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
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.
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.
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
"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.
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
"How is it possible for you to be so like him?" she whispered, nuzzling against his throat.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
It had been a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Eyes across a crowded room, and all that jazz.
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
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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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.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
"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.
After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
"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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Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
"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."
Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.
To her, the Philosopher's Stone is blood and fire: his fire, her blood.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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He had believed, until that moment, that he had moved beyond carnal wants and human feelings.
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
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.
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.
Winry sucked in a gasp, and dropped backward in shock.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
Roy Mustang had his own addiction, and it was very simple: Roy Mustang was addicted to lieutenants.
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.
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 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.
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
People paid a lot of money to see things like this, she imagined.
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.
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 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 raise the dead. They make creatures to fight in the war. This is Edward! This is your son. You have to see that!"
"If you've got something to say, say it," she said. "If not, hand me a fork, would you?"
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"