He would ask questions, even though Al knew he didn't particularly care, simply because he liked seeing Alphonse so animated about something.
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
It wasn't a matter of getting his own way. It was simply a matter of getting.
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.
"It's different when it's Mom," Ed said with a scowl, but he looked at Al's face, and he softened a little.
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
Humans are so greedy, the Truth had told him in his dreams; and for all his airs and graces, he is no exception.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
Too many more nights of excuses are going to drive him from appropriately celibate to stark raving mad.
Alphonse settled for a barely audible sigh and hoped that his brother knew what he was doing.
Roy wondered how far Alphonse would go to prove his point.
Living dangerously had its perks.
It was so, so much easier just to go hungry than to try their hands at something she'd done so well.
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.
"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?"
And when the next words followed, barely loud enough to be heard, the General was surprised by the force behind them.
What was with it with these horny older men? Were they stupid or just massively delusional?
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
But he's traveled like this before, and the hope that it won't end in failure a second time is, at this moment, enough.
The reaction is the most intense Edward has ever seen.
rated:G | S+S | Fullmetal | joyous drivel |
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
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.
Sometimes, he really wished that sleeping dogs would have been left alone...
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.
Roy smiled slowly as Edward approached his desk, his usual careless pose turned into something... challenging.
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.
He would have been crying for a long time, but the tears seem to have frozen in this damn cold too.
Contrary to popular opinion, Roy Mustang was quite skilled at dealing with emotions.
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.
"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?"
Sometimes he outright disappeared for hours, leaving Al feeling panicked.
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's cheating," he declared at last, "To pick a fight while I ache."
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.
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
rated:K-L-V | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: ch 1-108 | DF: ch 105 | Alphonse Elric | Edward Elric | Roy Mustang | mystery | 354th FG HQ | UST | 2010 Best New Voices, Neophyte | Havoc/Rebecca
For a few minutes they sat in silence, looking out over the sun-dazzled water. There didn't seem to be much to say.
Greed grinned, slid a hand from his pocket, curled one suddenly black claw. "Great. Come on, let's get it on."
With a sense of rising dread, Alphonse raised his fist to pound for admittance, worry tinging his voice. "Brother? Are you alright in there?"
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.
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.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
Apparently, years of stress had jaded Ed into thinking that if things were looking good now, then something terrible must be around the corner.
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.
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.
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
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.
Alphonse Elric was a gentle soul, and he detested fighting.
He could ask so many things at this point. About sex, Ed, himself...