"You are the only one who has acknowledged me," she suddenly whispered , "since he's been gone."
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
Zinnsoldat, they named it, the Tin Soldier, in reference to their former service and in acknowledgement of their current uselessness.
Edward would speak to him, eventually. Any good dog would, and despite his obstinacy, the child could be trained.
Winry had been confused by the birthday present she received from Gracia, this year.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
On the first night, he comes to her as her teacher.
Wasn't young love grand, perfect as crystal, flawless as the summer overtures?
Like a sudden flashback to younger years, both Hawkeye and Havoc realized that this was as good a time as any to experiment.
If his past actions weren't reason enough to kill him, then this would be more than enough!
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
There were faces more beautiful, and figures more perfect--he saw them all the time. But none had whatever it was that made him ache for her.
"Fuhrer my ass," Edward said. "He's still nothing but a perverted old man."
Edward was like on a dog on a too-short leash, so close to the bone but unable to taste it.
Roy could order her to stay home and rest, but he couldn't keep her from cleaning.
Endorphins then, that's what he's been missing.
The room had gotten hot and stuffy, and there was sweat on both of his hands, though the sheen on the automail had not come from his own body.
They kissed only once. She tasted like ashes and brine.
Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
There was no need to go rushing off into anything now that he had his flesh and memories back and life was becoming a living experience.
When the lines didn't matter, when the lungs weren't working in labor of sweet industry worlds, then it was so easy to see where they might be all born of the same blood.
So soft... so completely squeezable. It would take work to make this decadent man hard.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
He would come to understand later that what she meant was, I’m stronger than you.
Her lover could have been anyone; Edward or Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang, Ling Yao.
Roy Mustang often looked back on his wedding night, recalling what he had thought about his subordinates; even now, they were his family, his safety, his friends.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
Really, who said that a woman's sex life had to end at 60? An experienced woman had a lot to offer, and Pinako was quite, quite experienced.
Somehow, this volunteer assignment wasn't starting out exactly the way she'd hoped it would.
She laughs readily, but no one else, he's sure, has ever seen the double-takes with which she greets his successful deadpan strikes.
He's getting so awfully, awfully tired of pictures, but they won't just stop coming.
Roy Mustang still doesn't entirely understand First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Perhaps he never will.
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
"If I do not, I might begin to love you, whom I should hate."
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
Humans were fools, and alchemists were the worst of the lot.
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Pillow talk, with the Fullmetal Alchemist, was shop talk.
From saint to sinner, from mother to whoreâ€¦ She was far more beautiful in death than she'd ever been in life.
He hates the military. Maybe he doesn't. Roy and straight-line thinking aren't on speaking terms anymore, though he likes to pretend.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
“Envy,” she murmured in her brother’s ear. “I need a favor.”
All he had to do was snap his fingers. Again. Again in this endless night of terror.
"Apparently their mother never cautioned them to stay away from strangers with cars."
There was a lot to be said for experimentation, Ed thought later, when Al was curled up in his arms as Winry fussed in the bathroom.
He's been after her since the day they met. He'd been a newly-made Major and, at the time, the youngest State Alchemist ever. She'd been a Colonel going on Brigadier General.