What could you give a soul trapped in a suit of armour as a present?
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
This would be so much easier if he could just refuse the man to his face.
One never grew entirely accustomed to having nightmares, Ed had found.
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.
"Oh, hello, brother." Alphonse flashed the smaller boy a smile, startled but pleased. "I didnít hear you come outside."
"Of course, that depends how you define cruel," he adds, amused.
"How do you manage to win, even when you lose?" he asked sleepily, some time later.
They say that a wizard lives in the log cabin, on the other side of the dark woods and the silver river.
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.
The sunrise is spectacular, and it is the first that Edward has been awake to see in years.
"Yeah, so I hear the best way to get anything out of you is by going through your pants," the boy said evenly.
Sometimes he feels like an actor, playing to an especially difficult audience.
Al turned out to be damnably difficult to seduce, but Roy wasn't about to back down from the challenge.
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.
Al himself had asked for nothing, except the one thing that Hohenheim wouldn't give him. Freedom.
Every rule in the book tells him that it's wrong, frat-er-nisation, number one cause of discharged officers in peace time situations.
"You just can't get enough punishment, can you, you little masochist?"
How do you condition the unconditional?
"Are you saying," Al inquired, slowly, "that you never believed that I didn't blame you?"
The resemblance to the first set was so uncanny that had he not known better, Ling would have assumed she was a twin.
"Your arm," said Al, smiling apologetically. "It's kind of heavy."
There were lines that should never be crossed and things one should never wish for, and sometimes even the best of intentions were not enough.
His name. His name on wet, bloody lips. Edward turned his face away, his lips in the long, dark hair.
This was getting crazy. He knew that his college years ran equivalent with his sexual peak, but honestly?
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.
They were Scientists; this was Nature. They were Modern; God is dead.
No public place was safe, a park, a grocery store, the laundromat. Archer would turn his head and there Greed would be, acting casual.
Dodge or block, it was still a whirlwind of events that could end up with him either winning or losing.
He gently turned Ed's head so that he faced the camera, and with just a little luck, Ling would catch that amazing expression Ed always had when he came.
The door opened, and all the energy Ed had been ready to put towards transmuting the door into a pile of sticks drained out of him through his feet.
If it had been Mustang in charge, and not Archer, Ed would be down there right now, freeing Al. Mustang understood.
It wasn't enough just to know what chemical components went into a human body, not if the structural knowledge was completely lacking.
His first thought was that there was something fundamentally and frighteningly wrong with him.
Ed considered for a moment how much to share with the boy. Kids could be weird with what upset them, and Ed didn't want to lose his single ally in the neighborhood.
They were not used to being alone and when they were together they were not.
There were three ways to identify the Fullmetal Alchemist, wherever he went.
It's almost as though Al is the blind one, seeking to memorize his brother's features by touch.
"No," said Ed, his voice quiet. "You can't hurt me."
...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...
It was, and he hated to admit it, an intriguing proposal. Ed wondered who the General had leaned on to get it written in just such a way to make his alchemic blood tingle.
"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?"
He doesn't have time for any of this, oak trees and summer days and a pale, bony hand twined with his.
Al didn't complain about his brother's occasional delinquency, so Ed didn't have room to complain about Al's taste in boyfriends.
The easiest way to destroy an enemy is to destroy those he depends upon.
There is no way Alfons knows what he does to him.
To he who seeks, let him find. That was Ed's motto.
"Hi Brother!" the other end of the phone chirped, and Ed's shoulders immediately went from tense to jelly.
Ed started to worry that Al was sulking when the cat's neck snapped under Al's hands.