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.
Roy wondered how far Alphonse would go to prove his point.
There was something extremely satisfying about Ed's body.
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
He could ask so many things at this point. About sex, Ed, himself...
Too many more nights of excuses are going to drive him from appropriately celibate to stark raving mad.
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
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.
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.
It wasn't a matter of getting his own way. It was simply a matter of getting.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
And he was tired, and he did eventually fall asleep, to the vague hum of voices in discussion downstairs.
Ed tosses four sausages at once into his mouth and swallows almost without chewing, shooting Al a smug, triumphant grin.
You gave me hope, Edward Elric, and then you took it away.
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.
"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."
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
"Brother says Mr. Mustang grabbed his behind today while he was at the blackboard," he explained as his blush slowly faded, and Ed scowled.
Dante took the seat next to the bed, and handed a mug of tea to Trisha.
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.
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.
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
Humans are so greedy, the Truth had told him in his dreams; and for all his airs and graces, he is no exception.
No alchemical reaction could sustain fire without fuel forever.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
"It's cheating," he declared at last, "To pick a fight while I ache."
"That angel hated God's second born. He was jealous. Why was he so easy to cast aside and walk away from?"
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.
He was coming to read Alfons pretty well now too, and from what Al did understand he could give as good as he got.
He inhaled deeply, felt the darkness ripple over his skin, and the room seemed to flex and expand around him.
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.
At fifteen he had been intimidating; at thirty, he could be terrifying.
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.
Most people knew enough to leave Envy alone when he was so clearly unhappy.
"Alchemy is intended for the public good. If it wasn't anything illegal, why the need for secrecy?"
She had hoped that the older woman would forget, so she didn't have to reveal that childishness to such a strong woman.
Red. It looked strange on him, the red did, strange and somehow distressing.
He would have been crying for a long time, but the tears seem to have frozen in this damn cold too.
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
Life, the Fullmetal Alchemist decided viciously, wasn't fair.
What was with it with these horny older men? Were they stupid or just massively delusional?
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."
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.
He felt ten years old and small, pressed against a door that wouldn't open for a very long time.
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.
Are those little flamels on his pajamas? Where the hell does he shop, Alchemist Cliches 'R Us?