Two things were constant in his life: His brother and blood.
"That angel hated God's second born. He was jealous. Why was he so easy to cast aside and walk away from?"
He did not expect an answer even though it was true that Wrath was more likely to speak to him than anyone else, even Winry.
At fifteen he had been intimidating; at thirty, he could be terrifying.
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.
Most people knew enough to leave Envy alone when he was so clearly unhappy.
"Normal punishments don't work on my brother. We'd better come up with something else."
Humans are so greedy, the Truth had told him in his dreams; and for all his airs and graces, he is no exception.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
All it took was a push of his hand and the twist of a small brass key to put it out of sight.
He was coming to read Alfons pretty well now too, and from what Al did understand he could give as good as he got.
"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."
"Al," Ed said seriously and leaned forward to look up into his brother's glowing eyes, "if he had mind control powers, you would tell me, right?"
There was a terrible vulnerability to Roy when his cover slipped, and it made Ed uncomfortable.
"You're getting quite the list," Roy said. "Not that I am any sort of advocate for monogamy, but you certainly are taking full advantage of playing the field."
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rated:M-L | GEN S+S | Fullmetal |
It shouldn't have been a surprise that he would run across on Jean Havoc, sitting just underneath a "No Smoking" sign outside in the afternoon sun.
"Beautiful," he purred again, a smile curling the edges of his lips, and Roy shivered despite the heat.
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.
With a sense of rising dread, Alphonse raised his fist to pound for admittance, worry tinging his voice. "Brother? Are you alright in there?"
"Brother says Mr. Mustang grabbed his behind today while he was at the blackboard," he explained as his blush slowly faded, and Ed scowled.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
"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
It was so, so much easier just to go hungry than to try their hands at something she'd done so well.
The reaction is the most intense Edward has ever seen.
rated:G | S+S | Fullmetal | joyous drivel |
"You and I? Sleeping together?" Hughes snorted disdain, and spared a hand to push his glasses back up his face. "Ridiculous!"
His desire for everything and everyone meant subversively that anything the alchemist blew to high hell was his: possession by association.
"Brother," Alphonse said, voice soft with horror, "I think that Winry's going to kill you."
How do you find someone who barely existed in this world now that they're gone?
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
Among them he walks, the man whose name only God remembers.
It was not fair to the boy to get tripped up by what he looked like, especially not when he had avoided it for so many years already.
He could ask so many things at this point. About sex, Ed, himself...
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
In matters of love and loss, it could be argued, the principle of equivalent exchange did not exist.
And he was tired, and he did eventually fall asleep, to the vague hum of voices in discussion downstairs.
There would always be this silence in the air, stifling, thick, foggy and almost opaque, and I would watch from the mouth of the hallway, hands in front of me, our kitten, Unsere, threading through my legs.
It wasn't a matter of getting his own way. It was simply a matter of getting.
He would ask questions, even though Al knew he didn't particularly care, simply because he liked seeing Alphonse so animated about something.
For a few minutes they sat in silence, looking out over the sun-dazzled water. There didn't seem to be much to say.
Are those little flamels on his pajamas? Where the hell does he shop, Alchemist Cliches 'R Us?
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
Alfons is a scientific man, and Edward is his paradox.
The idiot prince still couldn't be bothered to figure out the different notes and coins, probably because he'd never actually paid for anything in his life.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
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.