People all have different ideas of beauty, Al knows, and no two ever appear to be the same.
"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."
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.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
Two things were constant in his life: His brother and blood.
Dante took the seat next to the bed, and handed a mug of tea to Trisha.
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
Alfons is a scientific man, and Edward is his paradox.
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
"Alchemy is intended for the public good. If it wasn't anything illegal, why the need for secrecy?"
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
"You and I? Sleeping together?" Hughes snorted disdain, and spared a hand to push his glasses back up his face. "Ridiculous!"
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
The kid packed a pretty good punch, Greed thought idly.
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Envy forced down the nasty smirk that threatened to overwhelm him.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
He would have been crying for a long time, but the tears seem to have frozen in this damn cold too.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
Ed was normally a cheerful, friendly drunk, thank goodness, but the slightest hint of reproach or anger on Al's part would send Ed into a crashing depression.
He felt ten years old and small, pressed against a door that wouldn't open for a very long time.
He was coming to read Alfons pretty well now too, and from what Al did understand he could give as good as he got.
It wasn't a matter of getting his own way. It was simply a matter of getting.
Roy wondered how far Alphonse would go to prove his point.
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.
Heaven is this: a short, crisp October day, the clear sky a great bowl above them, the amber valley a chalice below.
Before this war, he'd never wiped human blood off his automail.
The reaction is the most intense Edward has ever seen.
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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.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
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.
Humans are so greedy, the Truth had told him in his dreams; and for all his airs and graces, he is no exception.
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.
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 cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
"He's a smug arrogant prick and Jean's a lazy bastard with a mouth like an ashtray."
Envy could rip him and all the worlds in two.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
Are those little flamels on his pajamas? Where the hell does he shop, Alchemist Cliches 'R Us?
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.
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."
Roy smiled slowly as Edward approached his desk, his usual careless pose turned into something... challenging.
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.
He inhaled deeply, felt the darkness ripple over his skin, and the room seemed to flex and expand around him.
"It's cheating," he declared at last, "To pick a fight while I ache."
Sometimes he outright disappeared for hours, leaving Al feeling panicked.
He could ask so many things at this point. About sex, Ed, himself...
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.