Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
Nothing made sense anymore.
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.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
"If you've got something to say, say it," she said. "If not, hand me a fork, would you?"
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
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.
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
Sometimes, when he lay awake and undisturbed for many hours, he almost thought he had even succeeded.
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.
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.
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.
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
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.
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.
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...
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
"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.
Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.
Itís February in Central. Thereís nothing better to do.
"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
Greed reached out for whatever proved she was undeniably, unrepentantly alive.
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 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.
"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!"
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.
"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
Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
"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."
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"
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.
"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.
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.
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
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.
"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
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
It had been a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Eyes across a crowded room, and all that jazz.
He didn't need chalk, or ink; hell, if anything, blood was a better medium for this purpose.
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.
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
Winry sucked in a gasp, and dropped backward in shock.