How do you find someone who barely existed in this world now that they're gone?
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.
"It's different when it's Mom," Ed said with a scowl, but he looked at Al's face, and he softened a little.
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.
Among them he walks, the man whose name only God remembers.
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.
"Beautiful," he purred again, a smile curling the edges of his lips, and Roy shivered despite the heat.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
"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."
Alfons is a scientific man, and Edward is his paradox.
He reminds Alfons of himself, in a way, back after he'd been first diagnosed with his illness; when he used to get up and stare at his face in the washbasin mirror every day and think, I am too young for this.
Roy smiled slowly as Edward approached his desk, his usual careless pose turned into something... challenging.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
"Normal punishments don't work on my brother. We'd better come up with something else."
And he was tired, and he did eventually fall asleep, to the vague hum of voices in discussion downstairs.
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
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.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
People all have different ideas of beauty, Al knows, and no two ever appear to be the same.
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."
"For the last time, we are not having this conversation!"
There was a loud crack, like the sound of several chopsticks simultaneously being snapped in two, followed by the sound of something heavy falling, the object hitting the ground so hard the earth literally shook beneath Ed's feet.
He was just moving to light the stove, casting about for a match to begin the flames that would cook their dinner, when the voice drifted in from the other room.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
Red. It looked strange on him, the red did, strange and somehow distressing.
It wasn't a matter of getting his own way. It was simply a matter of getting.
"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.
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
Two things were constant in his life: His brother and blood.
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.
"Don't look so downcast!" orders Mustang, grinning maniacally. "Our honour is at stake! Don't let me down! Sometimes you just have to take one for the team!"
rated:K-L | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | pre-series | SP: no plot spoilers but stars characters we meet up t | Briggs Bears | Buccaneer | Miles | Olivia Mira Armstrong | Roy Mustang | 354th FG HQ | Rebecca Catalina
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
A collection of short fics. Pairings and warnings listed individually.
rated:M-L | GEN S+S | Fullmetal |
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.
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.
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.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
Heaven is this: a short, crisp October day, the clear sky a great bowl above them, the amber valley a chalice below.
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.
Envy forced down the nasty smirk that threatened to overwhelm him.
He was coming to read Alfons pretty well now too, and from what Al did understand he could give as good as he got.
"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?"
"He's a smug arrogant prick and Jean's a lazy bastard with a mouth like an ashtray."
Before this war, he'd never wiped human blood off his automail.