People all have different ideas of beauty, Al knows, and no two ever appear to be the same.
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
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.
Red. It looked strange on him, the red did, strange and somehow distressing.
"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.
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.
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.
Among them he walks, the man whose name only God remembers.
There are things he cannot allow Greed to do.
"So ...." Havoc tried to look nonchalant. "Fullmetal's hair is, uh ... bright."
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.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
"It's different when it's Mom," Ed said with a scowl, but he looked at Al's face, and he softened a little.
"For the last time, we are not having this conversation!"
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
How do you find someone who barely existed in this world now that they're gone?
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
He was a version of his brother if he'd grown up, but fainter, as though he'd been diluted in the bright light of the Gate.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
"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."
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.
Too many more nights of excuses are going to drive him from appropriately celibate to stark raving mad.
Living dangerously had its perks.
The only other tradition that was better than eggnog to Al, was that of mistletoe.
You gave me hope, Edward Elric, and then you took it away.
Al sits in a doorway puzzling absently over the problem of what array to draw to bandage his arm before he bleeds to death.
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
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.
Edward glared up at him, wiping some of the stuff off his nose.
"Brother says Mr. Mustang grabbed his behind today while he was at the blackboard," he explained as his blush slowly faded, and Ed scowled.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
Sometimes, he really wished that sleeping dogs would have been left alone...
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.
For a few minutes they sat in silence, looking out over the sun-dazzled water. There didn't seem to be much to say.
At fifteen he had been intimidating; at thirty, he could be terrifying.
There were good things about having Mustang around, least of which was when one forgot their matches.
"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
Roy smiled slowly as Edward approached his desk, his usual careless pose turned into something... challenging.
His desire for everything and everyone meant subversively that anything the alchemist blew to high hell was his: possession by association.
We were the naive kings of all we surveyed, lingering on the hilltop as we stared at our kingdom of ash, of ruins, of dust.
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
Heaven is this: a short, crisp October day, the clear sky a great bowl above them, the amber valley a chalice below.
"He's a smug arrogant prick and Jean's a lazy bastard with a mouth like an ashtray."