It's important that a little light always comes in, even if it's only enough to see shadows and outlines, and not words at all.
The sun was up. It was time to start the day, but Roy felt exhausted.
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
Ed considered for a moment how much to share with the boy. Kids could be weird with what upset them, and Ed didn't want to lose his single ally in the neighborhood.
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
Roy had not wanted to cry for many years; he hadn't wept since Ishbal.
Here's the game then: I'm gonna tell you what I want you to do, and you're gonna do it exactly as I say.
"Yeah, so I hear the best way to get anything out of you is by going through your pants," the boy said evenly.
It made a lovely picture, with the moonlight streaming in thick and silver under the curtains, and Edward silently cursed everything that came to mind...
He had lost everything in a heartbeat, on a chance, and deserted his brother, although against his will.
"Fuhrer my ass," Edward said. "He's still nothing but a perverted old man."
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!
All it took was a push of his hand and the twist of a small brass key to put it out of sight.
The first time was not a night of magic or fireworks, not something dreams were made of, not something that either of them planned on repeating again.
...Ed looks bored, but Alfons knows that it's an act, that Ed loves learning and these impromptu history lessons are favourites of his.
Al himself had asked for nothing, except the one thing that Hohenheim wouldn't give him. Freedom.
It was so easy to want to do something, just because he could do it.
"You know what the problem with this world is," Edward started, and Alfons thought: here we go again.
It is her drive that makes Winry love her. It is the fact that her love doesn't weaken her.
There are some things that aren't to be tolerated.
This was getting crazy. He knew that his college years ran equivalent with his sexual peak, but honestly?
He realized for the first time that Edward, who he was used to seeing shadowed by blood and sweat and his own private sorrows, was actually beautiful.
Unexpectedly, the door flew open with a loud bang, steps sounded on the tile, and a very familiar, very cranky voice said...
Here, in this place where eyes were all but useless, hearing could be confounded with the sensation of touch.
There was no question that the very act of living in this world was to be in exile.
So, really, it was only fair that Ed's first, instinctive reaction when Roy hit the ground after slipping off the roof was to snort and tell him, "I told you so."
Something that wasn't quite narcissism, wasn't quite masturbation.
"It's cold and dark and raining, and there are thugs roaming the street - brother, have a heart! He could be killed! He could become kitten stew!"
"I won't be an example!" He could still hear her voice wailing in his ear. "I'll choose how I die."
The human body (or rather, the nearly-human homunculus body) is really an incredible thing.
You want to break him just once; see what he really is beneath that cool exterior.
...when he presses his hand against the scraped array and wills it to activate, he can't help but send a whispered prayer to it. Please work. Please, please...
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.
There was one thing that Edward had missed above all others.
"I'm sorry Al," he said at last. "For what it's worth, I never meant for this to happen to you."
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
The color red was a distraction. The color red was him. Him--Mustang's own constant distraction, the waving red banner amidst the dull color that painted his everyday life.
"Hey! She did it blindfolded! No one else could do that! And better her than that old hag!"
"Of course, that depends how you define cruel," he adds, amused.
"So ...." Havoc tried to look nonchalant. "Fullmetal's hair is, uh ... bright."
Al turned out to be damnably difficult to seduce, but Roy wasn't about to back down from the challenge.
Roy would have to remember to make Ed take a hot shower before sex; it would cut down on unpleasant cold shocks.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
The desire to go wandering again, to never settle down... it worried Alphonse.
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.