"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?"
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
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.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
"He's a smug arrogant prick and Jean's a lazy bastard with a mouth like an ashtray."
"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?"
And when the next words followed, barely loud enough to be heard, the General was surprised by the force behind them.
There were good things about having Mustang around, least of which was when one forgot their matches.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
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 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.
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."
The only other tradition that was better than eggnog to Al, was that of mistletoe.
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
Al sits in a doorway puzzling absently over the problem of what array to draw to bandage his arm before he bleeds to death.
At fifteen he had been intimidating; at thirty, he could be terrifying.
Edward glared up at him, wiping some of the stuff off his nose.
Schezcka pushed her glasses up, using the glass reflection to hide her eyes.
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.
"Beautiful," he purred again, a smile curling the edges of his lips, and Roy shivered despite the heat.
Gone was the helpless, kicked-puppy look from those purple eyes.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
There was something extremely satisfying about Ed's body.
"Brother," Alphonse said, voice soft with horror, "I think that Winry's going to kill you."
Contrary to popular opinion, Roy Mustang was quite skilled at dealing with emotions.
He would ask questions, even though Al knew he didn't particularly care, simply because he liked seeing Alphonse so animated about something.
Ed tosses four sausages at once into his mouth and swallows almost without chewing, shooting Al a smug, triumphant grin.
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
"You and I? Sleeping together?" Hughes snorted disdain, and spared a hand to push his glasses back up his face. "Ridiculous!"
Two things were constant in his life: His brother and blood.
Apparently, years of stress had jaded Ed into thinking that if things were looking good now, then something terrible must be around the corner.
"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.
There are things he cannot allow Greed to do.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
Envy could rip him and all the worlds in two.
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
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.
"That angel hated God's second born. He was jealous. Why was he so easy to cast aside and walk away from?"
Dante took the seat next to the bed, and handed a mug of tea to Trisha.
"Alchemy is intended for the public good. If it wasn't anything illegal, why the need for secrecy?"
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
A collection of short fics. Pairings and warnings listed individually.
rated:M-L | GEN S+S | Fullmetal |
Among them he walks, the man whose name only God remembers.
How do you find someone who barely existed in this world now that they're gone?
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.