He was coming to read Alfons pretty well now too, and from what Al did understand he could give as good as he got.
Ed tosses four sausages at once into his mouth and swallows almost without chewing, shooting Al a smug, triumphant grin.
There were precious few memories remaining, now, dimmed with the passage of time and the years that he’d spent lacking a flesh body, but he kept them close to him all the same.
They smuggled Al out of Central and back to Rizembul, where they rented a small house with room for Ed's books and Al's wings.
It was so, so much easier just to go hungry than to try their hands at something she'd done so well.
At fifteen he had been intimidating; at thirty, he could be terrifying.
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
Al sits in a doorway puzzling absently over the problem of what array to draw to bandage his arm before he bleeds to death.
It is snowing in earnest by the time the fire has begun to burn low, but neither boy wants to move to add more wood.
The blond shook his head lightly, probably in amusement, "I'm really sorry but he's normally not like this to strangers but your resemblance? is very striking, Roy."
Alfons prays for the day when he will return to a far-off Edward, and somehow miraculously find the words, the actions, to call him back from his imaginary world.
Alfons is a scientific man, and Edward is his paradox.
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
"For the last time, we are not having this conversation!"
Sometimes, he really wished that sleeping dogs would have been left alone...
He could ask so many things at this point. About sex, Ed, himself...
If it didn't rain so often, Ed thought, he might feel a little more like he could make plans.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
"Don't go to sleep," he murmurs into Ed's hair, and thinks of their mother, long ago, telling a story about spinning straw into gold.
There was a terrible vulnerability to Roy when his cover slipped, and it made Ed uncomfortable.
While Al couldn't say he approved, he was certain the Colonel wasn't stupid enough to try anything with Ed on a first date.
He doesn't love Scar. The idea is ridiculous, but they are all they have left, each other's bodies rocks against the tide of strangeness, unfamiliarity.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
He was just moving to light the stove, casting about for a match to begin the flames that would cook their dinner, when the voice drifted in from the other room.
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
He felt ten years old and small, pressed against a door that wouldn't open for a very long time.
Ed was normally a cheerful, friendly drunk, thank goodness, but the slightest hint of reproach or anger on Al's part would send Ed into a crashing depression.
"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
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
Two boys, two faces, two fates, alive and dead at the same time, at different times, nothing in common, everything in common, one thing in common: him.
People all have different ideas of beauty, Al knows, and no two ever appear to be the same.
In the summer they competed at climbing through the twisting branches, risking life and bruises to collect baskets of fruit and bring them back home.
I'm going to kill Ed when he gets back, Al told the General. I just thought I should tell you in advance in case there's paperwork.
But he's traveled like this before, and the hope that it won't end in failure a second time is, at this moment, enough.
Roy Mustang had his own addiction, and it was very simple: Roy Mustang was addicted to lieutenants.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
It wasn't a matter of getting his own way. It was simply a matter of getting.
"You aren't Envy, are you? Because if you are, I'll kick your ass and find out what you've done with my brother."
If killers and empty assassin armor hadn't frightened him, half a foot of park bench shouldn't leave him feeling so useless and pathetic.
I know what I feel, I know what I think, and I don't need to chickenscratch the shit down and have the risk of it falling into the wrong hands.
The house rumbled gently, as a cat purrs, and Alphonse tied off the braid, pressing his hands to Edward's scalp one more time before dropping them to his side.
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
"You and I? Sleeping together?" Hughes snorted disdain, and spared a hand to push his glasses back up his face. "Ridiculous!"
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.