It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
Winry muttered something Scieszka couldn't quite catch, brow furrowed as she leaned in to adjust something on the switchboard.
It was kind of ironic, and kind of inconvenient, that Rush Valley, the capital city of automail, was also hot as hell for half the year.
"We ought to have a toast," Ed says, frowning into the depths of his bottle. "They always do when they're having a drink in someone's memory."
“The General,” I answer. “He resigned his rank and got a transfer. They sent him up North. He’s alone there. I couldn’t talk him out of it.”
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
Winry was ten when her grandmother commented that she already needed training bras.
Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
She accepted the label and its implication without argument, lifting the revolver and sighting along its barrel.
A man can do terrible things in the name of his uniform--his leader, his service, his country. Then he spends the rest of his life going crazy or chasing penance.
These days, he loves the movies.
"I remember the flavor too; it was strawberry. It's still his favorite."
"Brother," Alphonse said, voice soft with horror, "I think that Winry's going to kill you."
Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...
Unfortunately, Winry's 'own devices' were becoming the death of Pinako's various household devices.
It wasn't easy to imagine how he had been mistaken, because Al could swear that even from a distance, a hanged man looked very different from a tent post.
You'd have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
But the harsh light of early morning sharpens the hard angles of desperation on Al's face so instead Ed smiles, all teeth, and lies, "Of course."
Okay, his hair wasn't brushed, and it had been a while since he'd gotten a bath, but he didn't think it was anything to blush at.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
Winry could not imagine going so far for someone whose name you couldn't even say. She couldn't imagine going so far without allowing yourself to say his name.
It’s February in Central. There’s nothing better to do.
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
When dealing with the military, it always paid to look ready for inspection. Neatness counted; passion was suspect.
PR, we need PR, he kept telling himself, but at this point he didn't think he could string more than two sentences together.
She'd barely managed not to wail But it's Yoletide! and prove herself both spoiled brat and country bumpkin.