There is no safety for a man like me. I will be found, caught and executed without much fanfare.
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"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."
"Have you ever thought about becoming a daddy?" Wrath said.
"So," said Ling. "I was thinking, perhaps my father can buy out Ed's contract."
Stay observant! Amestris needs you!
What he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
"It was a while ago," he offered nervously. "Before your time. He's, uh, well, he was a persistent bastard, and... You're not mad, are you?"
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
"So, Colonel, when are you going to find my replacement?"
Ed had confessed that he had no idea how the relationships had started.
"Don't worry," Greed had whispered. "I'll take care of your little death."
“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.”
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
The Colonel's laugh might have been relieved or wanting or even mocking; it was hard to tell.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
What could you give a soul trapped in a suit of armour as a present?
His brother seemed to like it when the leather left marks, a residual token of ownership, even when the collar (by job-dictated necessity) had to be removed.
There was a lot to be said for experimentation, Ed thought later, when Al was curled up in his arms as Winry fussed in the bathroom.
"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."
There was a foul, slightly decaying scent that lingered cloyingly in his nose even after he turned his head to the fresh breeze.
Roy had arched an eyebrow, cleared his throat. "Can I ask what it is about my hand that merits such an intense examination?"
"I am not obsessed with Edward Elric!"
"Hi Brother!" the other end of the phone chirped, and Ed's shoulders immediately went from tense to jelly.
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.
High school and sexuality are hard enough to deal with, without adding high explosives to the mix.
This is far more effective, Roy thinks grimly, than any threat of physical violence against his own self.
"Of course, that depends how you define cruel," he adds, amused.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
"So by 'torture,' you really mean 'sexual gratification'. Specifically your sexual gratification.
To he who seeks, let him find. That was Ed's motto.
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.
He dragged through his last mission a true convert to the stone, the last shreds of self preservation stripped from him.
It was an old argument — practically every night, the ritual sparring for who'd be in control.
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
Ed saw Roy's fingers twitch and curl at his sides as the desire to embrace almost overwhelmed discretion and good sense.
He realized for the first time that Edward, who he was used to seeing shadowed by blood and sweat and his own private sorrows, was actually beautiful.
Ed always got sappy in the afterglow.
When there was no answer, he tried again, but gave up after that. It wasn't like Ed would get eaten by a rabid saucepan, or something.
"I've never met a pair of virgins more ready to jump off the sexual deep end, and you are hung up on a little social rule?"
But Mustang would hold onto his control easily, manipulating the boy to lose more and more of his.
"I'm sorry Al," he said at last. "For what it's worth, I never meant for this to happen to you."
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.
Yeah. Get it right and be honest, it's a little too good, a little too everything to let go of just yet.
He'll fix himself breakfast, and maybe something for Edward as well, if he's feeling charitable.
Everything — Ed's wishes, his remaining dignity, even his trust — was going to have to come second to Ed's life.
The sweet morning snaps like a fragile pane of glass and Al is sobbing, the sounds tearing up out of his chest and throat before he can stop them.
"You just can't get enough punishment, can you, you little masochist?"
Ed clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
Envy would never let him forget that the price of pride was destruction, and that those who infringed upon God's domain were damned.