Ed began to understand why some people talked to themselves.
It does not occur to him until later — years later — that this might be considered a case of sexual abuse.
He didn't play anymore, not with reports to file, books to read, notes to scratch out.
There was something almost funny about the surprise on Roy's face.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
Car broke down again, couple kilometers out of the city, so they had to walk for a while, until Alfons couldn't speak for the coughing.
"If I do not, I might begin to love you, whom I should hate."
...it was something you had. And if it's something you had, it's something I want.
If it had been Mustang in charge, and not Archer, Ed would be down there right now, freeing Al. Mustang understood.
"You'll be up against the wall before you know it, Mustang, right where you belong, eating the bullets of a firing squad for breakfast."
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
There would always be this silence in the air, stifling, thick, foggy and almost opaque, and I would watch from the mouth of the hallway, hands in front of me, our kitten, Unsere, threading through my legs.
"I know," Ed replies, and grins. "I mean, I can totally see why. Nobody else kisses the way I do."
"She loved him," Ed said. Crack, snap. Another flower joined the pile.
"I'm not thirteen," Al said, as if reading his mind.
"I'm not your brother," he told the sleeping figure; it rang hollow.
Nothing made sense anymore.
Red. It looked strange on him, the red did, strange and somehow distressing.
It was not fair to the boy to get tripped up by what he looked like, especially not when he had avoided it for so many years already.
It didn't really sink in when you saw the thing, all clumsy dangling wood and leather straps, like the arm of a marionette in a kids' puppet show.
This is not how normal people behave, Ed's mind warned him.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
It wasn't enough just to know what chemical components went into a human body, not if the structural knowledge was completely lacking.
"No one shuns their duty in Xing," she said, firmly and leaving no room to brook argument, the way her elders had always passed the maxim to her.
If his past actions weren't reason enough to kill him, then this would be more than enough!
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.
For now, he has mastered one world, two worlds; they have mastered him as well, and he is tired.
Like a sudden flashback to younger years, both Hawkeye and Havoc realized that this was as good a time as any to experiment.
It made him feel useful, and needed, even if the truth was his help wasn't entirely necessary. It made him feel like someone would miss him when he was gone.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
He was glad his expression rarely reflected what he felt on the inside.
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
You want to break him just once; see what he really is beneath that cool exterior.
Not many people are close enough to his brother to have seen either of the first two with any sort of frequency.
Could I burn like that - would the lick of flames on my skin wipe me clean?
But still they see, from the languid, liquid (inhuman) grace of her walk, the sway of her movements, the tattoos on her skin that she is something not quite human.
She hasn't learned not to weep — only to weep without tears.
Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.
"Do you remember that song Mom used to sing to us?" He asked instead, concentrating on the tiny kinks of the inside of his detached leg.
Death could come to Roy on his time. Appointment first. Lunch, maybe.
Ed's birthday had passed a little over a month ago, while they were still with Sensei.
"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."
But he's traveled like this before, and the hope that it won't end in failure a second time is, at this moment, enough.
His name. His name on wet, bloody lips. Edward turned his face away, his lips in the long, dark hair.
"Would you like a blindfold, Mr. Tucker?"
"But we're going to be late on her birthday," Ed fretted, and Al had to suppress a long-suffering sigh.
There were many things that Edward Elric didn't want the world to know, secrets to be protected at all cost.
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.