The Colonel's staff next door ignored the pleas for help and gunshots.
If it had been Mustang in charge, and not Archer, Ed would be down there right now, freeing Al. Mustang understood.
"Yeah," Fuery chips in, "you're always the one to stop Ed from doing weird stuff, not the other way around."
Predator-sleek and supple like a malignant-looking trickster, blurring the lines between human and inhuman, male and female, dead and alive.
...it was something you had. And if it's something you had, it's something I want.
Elysia glanced once more around the room. In her head, there were echoes, snatches of conversations, voices from people long gone, long dead. There were ghosts in this room.
Ed peeked into the last box and began to grin. "Twelve-layer chocolate cake," he said. "Wow, a whole slice."
"Did God," Scar asked softly, "mean for us to die?"
"If you are going to keep pets, you are going to have to take care of them."
Ed started to worry that Al was sulking when the cat's neck snapped under Al's hands.
I've never regretted keeping you, Envy.
"You should know better than to behave that way, Envy," said a voice against his ear, and he felt the warmth of breath as it feathered over the side of his face.
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Here, in this place where eyes were all but useless, hearing could be confounded with the sensation of touch.
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
Boys shouldn't do this, either with their brothers or with any other boy.
Stay observant! Amestris needs you!
Envy would never let him forget that the price of pride was destruction, and that those who infringed upon God's domain were damned.
Sex isn't comfortable. It's wet, hard, satisfying, but never comfortable.
Sick, both of them, sick and inhuman, the sigils of the devil's research pressed against each other's skin.
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.
"I will teach you patience even it if kills me," Alfons gritted out. "Let me do this my way, you can give up control just for one act."
The first thing he was aware of when the aftershocks faded was an automail hand on his throat.
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.
"Half the time you get surprised it's with some shit you didn't even want, the other half of the time you get surprised, you barely avoid getting killed."
For an instant, a look passed between them, and Alphonse could almost imagine that he saw his own emotions reflected within the eyes of his brother.
You want to break him just once; see what he really is beneath that cool exterior.
This is not how normal people behave, Ed's mind warned him.
It is somewhat odd that two brothers can be so different, yet so close.
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.
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.
"He misses me," came the quiet whisper, a hope that maybe this madness would end, that maybe, maybe, he could be released, that he could go home.
Twenty-one days, and it all falls down.
The brush began its march through the sunbeam locks, from crown to tail, and Riza pressed her lips to them. "Until then."
He has felt this before, from homunculi and other dead things, and where Al does not have those tactile memories from Before, only visual ones (thankfully, thankfully), Ed certainly does.
Sometimes Roy would just hold him for an hour or more, late at night, blind comfort.
Faith didn't hold much of a place in my life; science was my passion, something I could see, something I could feel, could make sense of.
This was always my favorite part of the day, when I could observe the wicked gleams of a glare I wasn't meant to see.
The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
His friend is blushing, ashamed to be seen in such a condition - and this is not new, either, this is not new at all.
Artificial muscles and steel could not replace the level of sensitivity real muscle and skin had.
That was unacceptable. Anger was to be expected; disgust was not allowed.
It is to such a morning that Alphonse wakes up, light pouring in through the blinds and over the bed sheets.
Alchemy, the science of turning lead into gold, was never about actual, physical transmutation.
Roy would have to remember to make Ed take a hot shower before sex; it would cut down on unpleasant cold shocks.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...