Ed let out the barest squeak, then glared fire as if daring Roy to say anything.
"You just can't get enough punishment, can you, you little masochist?"
Someone had clearly forgotten to tell Roy that he was much better at starting fires than stopping them.
It isn't often that our darkest fantasies get fulfilled.
"How do you manage to win, even when you lose?" he asked sleepily, some time later.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
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.
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
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.
It is her drive that makes Winry love her. It is the fact that her love doesn't weaken her.
But he kept going back. She knew, and confronted him at one time.
Ling tried to cover his way with sly smiles and clever lines; he played at being a fool (and did it very well), when he was anything but.
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
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.
Envy was no poet -- one could say that he lacked a poet's soul -- but he did recognize beauty when he saw it.
... 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...
Artificial muscles and steel could not replace the level of sensitivity real muscle and skin had.
"Can't you forget what you read for a few minutes, and just... you know... go with the flow?"
No public place was safe, a park, a grocery store, the laundromat. Archer would turn his head and there Greed would be, acting casual.
Oh, yes, Ed had ordered him not to speak, too. Couldn't forget about that.
The Colonel's staff next door ignored the pleas for help and gunshots.
Al turned out to be damnably difficult to seduce, but Roy wasn't about to back down from the challenge.
It doesnít disappoint, never does; Ed is standing on the corner when the car arrives, all sharp moody edges and obtrusively coloured blue shorts.
They were Scientists; this was Nature. They were Modern; God is dead.
His vision was misted...almost comfortingly so. His hands were slathered in salve and bound with gentle gauze.
It is somewhat odd that two brothers can be so different, yet so close.
Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!
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.
"You embarrassed the brass, and now they want their pound of flesh."
"I can't be this old and still a virgin," Ed snickered. "I mean, you've been with someone, right?
I'm lying through implication, but the kid won't know that, and after all the stuff I've done, lying has gotta be my pettiest sin.
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.
His ruse works; Ed dismisses him - with a harsh, impatient rejoinder that he isn't finished yet - and devotes his attention to his brother.
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.
There is no safety for a man like me. I will be found, caught and executed without much fanfare.
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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.
...it was something you had. And if it's something you had, it's something I want.
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.
And then the Words were coming again, maddening addiction crawling straight down inside, making him itch, making him want.
Al can see his handwriting -- which closely resembles the marks a tap-dancing spider might make if it fell in an ink pot first.
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There were whispers behind him, words exchanged in a frantic flurry of hisses and low notes.
I've never regretted keeping you, Envy.
Ed was good; here they both were, trying to call each other's bluff.
"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."
What could you give a soul trapped in a suit of armour as a present?
"I am not obsessed with Edward Elric!"
Dodge or block, it was still a whirlwind of events that could end up with him either winning or losing.