Alfons is a scientific man, and Edward is his paradox.
He would have been crying for a long time, but the tears seem to have frozen in this damn cold too.
Sometimes he outright disappeared for hours, leaving Al feeling panicked.
Roy wondered how far Alphonse would go to prove his point.
Before this war, he'd never wiped human blood off his automail.
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.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
People all have different ideas of beauty, Al knows, and no two ever appear to be the same.
"Brother," Alphonse said, voice soft with horror, "I think that Winry's going to kill you."
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.
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.
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.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
"So ...." Havoc tried to look nonchalant. "Fullmetal's hair is, uh ... bright."
The kid packed a pretty good punch, Greed thought idly.
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Living dangerously had its perks.
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.
There was something extremely satisfying about Ed's body.
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.
Gone was the helpless, kicked-puppy look from those purple eyes.
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.
It really irritated him that he did have ten years of experience and Roy could look at him and drop his voice a little and Ed squirmed.
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.
More than once already, Edward had regretted turning down the offer of a ride home, despite the fact that the little house he shared with Alphonse was nowhere near where Havoc lived.
He was coming to read Alfons pretty well now too, and from what Al did understand he could give as good as he got.
All it took was a push of his hand and the twist of a small brass key to put it out of sight.
Humans are so greedy, the Truth had told him in his dreams; and for all his airs and graces, he is no exception.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
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.
His desire for everything and everyone meant subversively that anything the alchemist blew to high hell was his: possession by association.
The only other tradition that was better than eggnog to Al, was that of mistletoe.
What was with it with these horny older men? Were they stupid or just massively delusional?
It wasn't a matter of getting his own way. It was simply a matter of getting.
"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.
How do you find someone who barely existed in this world now that they're gone?
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.
"Beautiful," he purred again, a smile curling the edges of his lips, and Roy shivered despite the heat.
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.
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.
He was only human though, and he had given into his rage at having to deal with Edward's dysfunction--and now Edward was gone, and it looked more and more like he might not be coming back.
Among them he walks, the man whose name only God remembers.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
With a sense of rising dread, Alphonse raised his fist to pound for admittance, worry tinging his voice. "Brother? Are you alright in there?"
"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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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.
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.
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.
"Post break-up beer, all the way from Xing," Al grinned merrily. "Taken right off a cart heading for the royal court. See the lengths I go to to cheer you up?"
Schezcka pushed her glasses up, using the glass reflection to hide her eyes.
Heaven is this: a short, crisp October day, the clear sky a great bowl above them, the amber valley a chalice below.