"I won't be an example!" He could still hear her voice wailing in his ear. "I'll choose how I die."
How do you find someone who barely existed in this world now that they're gone?
Because he had said one year; and dammit, he meant it.
It made only a semblance of sense, but she understood that the whole truth would be revealed when Ed could be led from this graveyard of the years he had lost.
Ed had confessed that he had no idea how the relationships had started.
The advantage to being so distinctive-looking was that sometimes Edward didn't have to look for people; they found him first.
His friend is blushing, ashamed to be seen in such a condition - and this is not new, either, this is not new at all.
Al makes a worried little noise, and Ed raises his head a little. He's been found out, he thinks, and knows he should feel something.
The creature tilted its head, eyeing the two men to the side of her, and slid off its precarious perch.
"I know," Ed replies, and grins. "I mean, I can totally see why. Nobody else kisses the way I do."
He was afraid, so afraid, that something would go wrong, but he couldn't let this go.
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
Faith didn't hold much of a place in my life; science was my passion, something I could see, something I could feel, could make sense of.
The blond shook his head lightly, probably in amusement, "I'm really sorry but he's normally not like this to strangers but your resemblance? is very striking, Roy."
"... Hey, I thought we were supposed to be celebrating the Boss' release," Havoc protests weakly.
"Would you like a blindfold, Mr. Tucker?"
"Don't worry," Greed had whispered. "I'll take care of your little death."
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.
Winry had scraped a promise out of Ed.
What things Envy learns of his master's nature, of his future and his past alike, are those things which he has divined on his own, and nothing more.
There is grass growing on the cinders, ivy covers the old stones.
"Stop that," he snapped, flicking the tap on. "Change into something a little more appropriate. You're not him, brother."
"She loved him," Ed said. Crack, snap. Another flower joined the pile.
Two boys, two faces, two fates, alive and dead at the same time, at different times, nothing in common, everything in common, one thing in common: him.
"It's different when it's Mom," Ed said with a scowl, but he looked at Al's face, and he softened a little.
"You report here every Monday at eight o'clock in the morning, on the dot, and call me every other day. You fail to report or call, and your ass is grass."
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
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.
"As you can see," she said to Mr. Elric, wryly, "Appreciate them while they're at this age, because they turn into teenagers in the blink of an eye."
"This one's for you, Al." Edward swore, raised the glass to his lips, and braced for the impact.
If Ed had his way, his allowance (and all of Roy's salary) would be spent entirely on the most expensive brand of dog food to have ever existed.
This was always my favorite part of the day, when I could observe the wicked gleams of a glare I wasn't meant to see.
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
"You should know better than to behave that way, Envy," said a voice against his ear, and he felt the warmth of breath as it feathered over the side of his face.
You gave me hope, Edward Elric, and then you took it away.
"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.
He hates the military. Maybe he doesn't. Roy and straight-line thinking aren't on speaking terms anymore, though he likes to pretend.
No one talked of Equivalent Exchange in England, but they had a saying that came close: There ain't no such thing as a free lunch.
Around when the hour of nine rolls up to the door, fat as a bellied barfly, Roy has already taken his jacket off the hook and has gone outside to walk.
Bravado. Make them regret they ever talked to you.
"I'm not your brother," he told the sleeping figure; it rang hollow.
Roy was silent when Maes came back several minutes later. If he heard the sounds of retching from the bathroom, he didn't say.
His name. His name on wet, bloody lips. Edward turned his face away, his lips in the long, dark hair.
Edward Elric was a fanciful new obsession, an action figure still bound to the cardboard by twisted-ties, and Kimbley had to find a way to properly take him out of his packaging.
...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
"Mai--" Ed didn't finish his sentence as he stared at the three-inch stack of letters in Foley's hand.
It was so easy to want to do something, just because he could do it.
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!