Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
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.
"Brother says Mr. Mustang grabbed his behind today while he was at the blackboard," he explained as his blush slowly faded, and Ed scowled.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
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."
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.
It was just the men today, sitting around drinking coffee and playing cards and waiting for the paint to peel or the Fuhrer-in-Training to request they do something.
Edward glared up at him, wiping some of the stuff off his nose.
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
His desire for everything and everyone meant subversively that anything the alchemist blew to high hell was his: possession by association.
"Normal punishments don't work on my brother. We'd better come up with something else."
With a sense of rising dread, Alphonse raised his fist to pound for admittance, worry tinging his voice. "Brother? Are you alright in there?"
He would ask questions, even though Al knew he didn't particularly care, simply because he liked seeing Alphonse so animated about something.
"It's different when it's Mom," Ed said with a scowl, but he looked at Al's face, and he softened a little.
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
How do you find someone who barely existed in this world now that they're gone?
It started with Ling's lips simply pressed up against Ed's. Well, of course it did. That was how kisses sort of went, but this was, well, a bit surprising.
Alphonse settled for a barely audible sigh and hoped that his brother knew what he was doing.
"When you put it that way--" Roy conceded. "But it does seem improbable. You promised me a murderer, but are you so sure that it was no accident?"
"Alchemy is intended for the public good. If it wasn't anything illegal, why the need for secrecy?"
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.
"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.
He would have been crying for a long time, but the tears seem to have frozen in this damn cold too.
Ed tosses four sausages at once into his mouth and swallows almost without chewing, shooting Al a smug, triumphant grin.
There are things he cannot allow Greed to do.
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
He could ask so many things at this point. About sex, Ed, himself...
Living dangerously had its perks.
There was a terrible vulnerability to Roy when his cover slipped, and it made Ed uncomfortable.
Dante took the seat next to the bed, and handed a mug of tea to Trisha.
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.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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"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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Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
There were good things about having Mustang around, least of which was when one forgot their matches.
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.
Al crouches down on a dune looking down on the camp and draws an array in the sand, thinking of Gunnar with a dull pang of grief.
"Brother," Alphonse said, voice soft with horror, "I think that Winry's going to kill you."
Envy forced down the nasty smirk that threatened to overwhelm him.
Roy wondered how far Alphonse would go to prove his point.
He inhaled deeply, felt the darkness ripple over his skin, and the room seemed to flex and expand around him.
Sometimes, he really wished that sleeping dogs would have been left alone...
What was with it with these horny older men? Were they stupid or just massively delusional?
Mustang fell into a kind of trance whenever he killed with his flames -- snapping his fingers continually, sometimes so fast that both his hands blurred.
"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?"
He felt ten years old and small, pressed against a door that wouldn't open for a very long time.
This new life was staggering - more so, the feel of Alphonse's shoulder, warm and flesh beneath his cheek as the train lurched out of the station.
Envy could rip him and all the worlds in two.
Sometimes Al thinks that somewhere back in the Armstrong family tree lurks an alchemical accident in a sequin factory.