As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
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.
All it took was a push of his hand and the twist of a small brass key to put it out of sight.
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.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
Too many more nights of excuses are going to drive him from appropriately celibate to stark raving mad.
Ed tosses four sausages at once into his mouth and swallows almost without chewing, shooting Al a smug, triumphant grin.
Gone was the helpless, kicked-puppy look from those purple eyes.
There are things he cannot allow Greed to do.
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.
Roy tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
rated:G | S+S | Ed/Roy
Something about the place seems to be sucking the life out of him; the more time he spends indoors, the more he seems to wilt.
He felt ten years old and small, pressed against a door that wouldn't open for a very long time.
"Beautiful," he purred again, a smile curling the edges of his lips, and Roy shivered despite the heat.
Sometimes Al thinks that somewhere back in the Armstrong family tree lurks an alchemical accident in a sequin factory.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
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.
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.
Schezcka pushed her glasses up, using the glass reflection to hide her eyes.
He could ask so many things at this point. About sex, Ed, himself...
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
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.
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.
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.
Red. It looked strange on him, the red did, strange and somehow distressing.
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
Greed grinned, slid a hand from his pocket, curled one suddenly black claw. "Great. Come on, let's get it on."
"That angel hated God's second born. He was jealous. Why was he so easy to cast aside and walk away from?"
No alchemical reaction could sustain fire without fuel forever.
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.
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.
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
It was honestly not a kiss.
How do you find someone who barely existed in this world now that they're gone?
Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
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.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
Before this war, he'd never wiped human blood off his automail.
For a few minutes they sat in silence, looking out over the sun-dazzled water. There didn't seem to be much to say.
"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."
It was so, so much easier just to go hungry than to try their hands at something she'd done so well.
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
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.
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.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.