"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
"I won't be an example!" He could still hear her voice wailing in his ear. "I'll choose how I die."
Al can see his handwriting -- which closely resembles the marks a tap-dancing spider might make if it fell in an ink pot first.
Rule number one: no one knows about us. Rule number two: I will continue to take other lovers to keep up appearances. Rule number three: no commitment. I thought it would be best to keep this quiet so I wouldn't look like a damn pedophile.
Theirs is a strange relationship--they know so little about each other--but somehow it's okay, as though knowledge would throw a spanner in the works.
Ed did precisely that, yanking down his shirt and attempting to close his jacket around what was a quite fine, if a bit incongruent, pair of breasts.
They were not used to being alone and when they were together they were not.
There was one thing that Edward had missed above all others.
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
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.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
Roy was far from at ease and he could not sleep, and so, instead, he watched Edward, feeling anxiety and guilt sink claws into his belly and tear into his mind.
This is what lovers do, thought Ed. They sacrifice for the other's pleasure.
Let me start by saying that I love my grandchildren.† Actually, theyíre my great great grandchildren, but thatís repetitive and makes me sound old, so screw that.
"You embarrassed the brass, and now they want their pound of flesh."
This is not how normal people behave, Ed's mind warned him.
The easiest way to destroy an enemy is to destroy those he depends upon.
Ed tilted his head down, looked up under Greed's bangs ó and there, he saw a familiar, shaky grin.
Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
There were three ways to identify the Fullmetal Alchemist, wherever he went.
"Damnit, brother," Alphonse managed, and Ed grinned at him. "I was only away for a week!"
"That's what you said last time. And the time before that. And," he added, dragging the feather upward with maddening slowness, "The time before that."
It's a paradoxical situation; Alphonse is closer to Edward than he has ever been, yet somehow he feels as if they don't know each other at all.
Unexpectedly, the door flew open with a loud bang, steps sounded on the tile, and a very familiar, very cranky voice said...
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
...Ed looks bored, but Alfons knows that it's an act, that Ed loves learning and these impromptu history lessons are favourites of his.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
He doesn't have time for any of this, oak trees and summer days and a pale, bony hand twined with his.
"I'm sorry Al," he said at last. "For what it's worth, I never meant for this to happen to you."
Well, it sure looks like the rumors were true about Wednesday nights, Ed thought, easing inconspicuously along the edges of the room.† But I never knew so many soldiers were gay.
Ed was good; here they both were, trying to call each other's bluff.
"I like you a lot Al. I really do. It's just... you are kind of intimidating..." and seven feet tall, made of metal and a boy...
There is no way Alfons knows what he does to him.
"You paid for him to have sex?" Mustang says incredulously, putting his pen down on the table top and shoving the form away. "You bought him a prostitute?"
"You know what the problem with this world is," Edward started, and Alfons thought: here we go again.
"I am not obsessed with Edward Elric!"
I was talking with Al one day. And I was explaining how a long-term relationship is like a religion. They both have similar hallmarks...
There were whispers behind him, words exchanged in a frantic flurry of hisses and low notes.
"Fuhrer my ass," Edward said. "He's still nothing but a perverted old man."
"Have you ever thought about becoming a daddy?" Wrath said.
There was a foul, slightly decaying scent that lingered cloyingly in his nose even after he turned his head to the fresh breeze.
As far as Edward was concerned it could just take for-damn-ever if it wanted because thatís how long he could go without taking to the Bastard.
"I forgot my....the ticky thing? It's...it's round and it...tells the time..."
...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...
Artificial muscles and steel could not replace the level of sensitivity real muscle and skin had.
His ruse works; Ed dismisses him - with a harsh, impatient rejoinder that he isn't finished yet - and devotes his attention to his brother.