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.
Hadn't he survived a month on a deserted island when he was ten, equipped only with a little knife and one pair of shorts? He was tough. He was rugged. He could fall asleep anywhere. He could totally do this.
It was sure to be a disaster.
You had to hand it to Roy, he certainly knew how to keep his cool.
Typical Ed; overprotective, hypocritical, condescending, and for some reason fundamentally incapable of treating Al as an equal.
"You have no idea how good you look right now," Roy said.
...it was something you had. And if it's something you had, it's something I want.
He'd lied in smoke filled bars. He'd hunted down lubricants in seedy stores that catered to the most iffy of clientele. Alfons had EARNED Ed's love.
Ed always got sappy in the afterglow.
Ed should have remembered this from that month on the island, back when he was a kid: you can only be in the great outdoors so long before you start dreaming of hot showers. And of dumping the people you're travelling with in them.
His first thought was that there was something fundamentally and frighteningly wrong with him.
"Hi Brother!" the other end of the phone chirped, and Ed's shoulders immediately went from tense to jelly.
He'll fix himself breakfast, and maybe something for Edward as well, if he's feeling charitable.
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
This is the most perplexing part, for Edward, because often he thinks, how in the hell did I end up withÖ?
He runs out of ink halfway through the page, and with a quiet sigh dips his finger in the inkwell...
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."
No public place was safe, a park, a grocery store, the laundromat. Archer would turn his head and there Greed would be, acting casual.
"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.
"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."
See him move, see him train, see him jump into that air and swing his leg in a complete arch before he lands heavily to the ground in a perfect execution of Sensei's teachings.
How do you condition the unconditional?
They were not used to being alone and when they were together they were not.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
"Rose..." Winry's voice held hesitation, not sure as if she should finish her thought or not.
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But he kept going back. She knew, and confronted him at one time.
"Damnit, brother," Alphonse managed, and Ed grinned at him. "I was only away for a week!"
Archer smiled. "You are no longer the darling of the Military, Mustang. I am."
"I can't be this old and still a virgin," Ed snickered. "I mean, you've been with someone, right?
"Yeah, so I hear the best way to get anything out of you is by going through your pants," the boy said evenly.
This is far more effective, Roy thinks grimly, than any threat of physical violence against his own self.
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.
The Fuhrer always used that word. Ripe. Like fruit to be devoured .
"One of us was going to betray the other tonight."
Between Ed's commanding presence and the fact that Al had been an impressively large suit of spiked armor, it had been hard to get to know him much.
The creature tilted its head, eyeing the two men to the side of her, and slid off its precarious perch.
Nobody knocks at their house; there is only one person who ever comes and Edward doesn't need to knock.
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
There is no safety for a man like me. I will be found, caught and executed without much fanfare.
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What could you give a soul trapped in a suit of armour as a present?
It's almost as though Al is the blind one, seeking to memorize his brother's features by touch.
"Get out of the kitchen, brother," he snarled, waving the spatula threateningly. "I'm still cooking, damnit."
Of course he came through the window.
"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."
Yeah. Get it right and be honest, it's a little too good, a little too everything to let go of just yet.
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
He lay back on the couch (in Roy Mustang's office, where else?) and declared , "I'm not wearing this."
"Oh, hello, brother." Alphonse flashed the smaller boy a smile, startled but pleased. "I didnít hear you come outside."