The magazine told him he was doing it all wrong. First, it said he was boring. Then, it said he was bad in bed. Next, it said he was inconsiderate. After that, it told him he was gullible.
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
“I’ve never seen an alchemist who didn’t need to draw one of those circles,” he complimented, in a tone just shy of cooing. “You must be pretty special.”
Unexpectedly, the door flew open with a loud bang, steps sounded on the tile, and a very familiar, very cranky voice said...
If it weren't for the expression, Roy would have assumed that Ed had been sparring with Al as they frequently did while he was away at work.
It was sure to be a disaster.
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"All this will do is give your soul access to the feelings that should be in your body right now, just like a normal teenage boy."
Everything — Ed's wishes, his remaining dignity, even his trust — was going to have to come second to Ed's life.
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"I forgot my....the ticky thing? It's...it's round and it...tells the time..."
"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?"
They'd been on the run so long, Ed had long since lost track of the last time he'd slept in a bed instead of in an abandoned barn, or under a hedge.
Ed was pretty sure that the Colonel had an office fetish.
"Stop that," he snapped, flicking the tap on. "Change into something a little more appropriate. You're not him, brother."
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
There were three ways to identify the Fullmetal Alchemist, wherever he went.
He always put his tongue in his cheek when he fired his weapon, and bit down when he grimaced at the aftermath.
"You embarrassed the brass, and now they want their pound of flesh."
He's a pessimist with an ego seven miles long; he's a scientist, too, doesn't approve of Al's books.
He didn't know exactly what he found so captivating, seeing Edward like this, but he couldn't stop looking.
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.
Ed tilted his head down, looked up under Greed's bangs — and there, he saw a familiar, shaky grin.
Sometimes Roy would just hold him for an hour or more, late at night, blind comfort.
"You know we need to catch that train to Central, and you were being unreasonable. If we're late getting back again, General Mustang's going to have a fit."
Heavy-lidded, he would savor them slowly, letting them seep into his mind's eye until he could see nothing else.
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.
His friend is blushing, ashamed to be seen in such a condition - and this is not new, either, this is not new at all.
"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
His flatmate is a night owl and is always knocking around at odd hours, reading well in the early morning; if Alfons didn't remind him to sleep he most likely never would bother to.
The thought that Elric might be hanging around, watching him like yesterday, was just too creepy to contemplate.
The air feels cold against Al's face, and even colder down his naked back.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
This is what lovers do, thought Ed. They sacrifice for the other's pleasure.
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
Edward needs pushing. Hohenhiem wants to push him with his own two hands — to touch.
"Up," said the demon, as the blinding force of a million suns illuminated its frame and set an evil light to its eyes.
It made him feel useful, and needed, even if the truth was his help wasn't entirely necessary. It made him feel like someone would miss him when he was gone.
"One of us was going to betray the other tonight."
"Oh my," the woman smiling broadly. "How CUTE. You are purring."
...it was something you had. And if it's something you had, it's something I want.
"I know, I know, the deal is whoever's on bottom gets to pick your shape, but really, this is ridiculous."
"Get out of the kitchen, brother," he snarled, waving the spatula threateningly. "I'm still cooking, damnit."
... to prove his point, he wields his tongue as he would a pen, hastily spelling out the letters P-E-R-V-E-R-T with his saliva...
Let it never be said that whatever his obsessive tendencies, Edward Elric was unable to enjoy life's simpler pleasures.
"I can't be this old and still a virgin," Ed snickered. "I mean, you've been with someone, right?
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
He runs out of ink halfway through the page, and with a quiet sigh dips his finger in the inkwell...
He doesn't have time for any of this, oak trees and summer days and a pale, bony hand twined with his.