I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
"How is it possible for you to be so like him?" she whispered, nuzzling against his throat.
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
He would have killed, before a nonexistent God and Winry, to be that goddamn spatula.
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.
"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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Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
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.
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
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.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
He closed his fist around her sash and curled into himself, trying to keep his thoughts away from dark things.
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
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.
Itís February in Central. Thereís nothing better to do.
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
"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!"
Gentle and wise and intelligent and kind... and so unlike anyone she'd ever known in Xing...
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.
But when the acting commander of the Intelligence branch, the man who controlled her widow's pension, requested and required this service... well... well.
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
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.
"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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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.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
"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."
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 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.
"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."
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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He didn't need chalk, or ink; hell, if anything, blood was a better medium for this purpose.
"They raise the dead. They make creatures to fight in the war. This is Edward! This is your son. You have to see that!"
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.
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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