Intense psychological themes and/or interpersonal conflict.
Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
The feel of hands on his shoulders woke him, one metal and one flesh, and it was the chill in human fingers that told him how cold the night had grown while he slept.
Even Hawkeye could be caught off guard, and the men moving in too late, even five seconds too long, too far away.
After all, one didn't have a high ranking officer fall into one's lap every day, and Greed was not one to squander someone with that much potential.
Gone was the helpless, kicked-puppy look from those purple eyes.
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
The creature tilted its head, eyeing the two men to the side of her, and slid off its precarious perch.
Very few alchemists believed in God, but all of them believed in books.
"Mai--" Ed didn't finish his sentence as he stared at the three-inch stack of letters in Foley's hand.
"It's different when it's Mom," Ed said with a scowl, but he looked at Al's face, and he softened a little.
Any girl would be driven insane if she was the youngest child and the only girl in a family of six children.
"We don't need those little bastards. We'll make our own family."
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
It was beautiful, this pre-industrial world, with its white snows and ever-visible rainbows and the dazzling night sky. But it was also dreadful, seething with ignorance and man-made horrors.
There are some things that aren't to be tolerated.
She paced the wide, marble floor, visited each of the soaring windows, feeling every supple sinew beneath her skin move with the perfection of the young.
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
He would come to understand later that what she meant was, Iím stronger than you.
"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 was just moving to light the stove, casting about for a match to begin the flames that would cook their dinner, when the voice drifted in from the other room.
Humans are so greedy, the Truth had told him in his dreams; and for all his airs and graces, he is no exception.
Roy could've sworn First Lieutenants existed only to invent torture methods for Colonels, but he wasn't about to say that one out loud.
But they were no longer young, and they no longer lived together, and Al wouldn't embarrass his brother in front of their hosts by trying to take care of him.
Sometimes, he really wished that sleeping dogs would have been left alone...
Edward glared up at him, wiping some of the stuff off his nose.
Your eyes stared up at me, wide and questioning, in a response not fit for such a young child.
I didn't understand that, didn't comprehend why being clean for going into the earth was a good thing until much later...
On Thursdays, Riza Hawkeye usually skipped the morning work and went to the office at noon.
Even though she wasnít an alchemist, alchemy tended to stake a claim on all who were associated with it.
Living dangerously had its perks.
It seemed, the man thought, that Ed was a lot like the sun -- warm, comforting -- and at a distance.
There is only the Now, with Them, although They have not come for a long time.
He lifted his eyes to Ed's, returned Ed's even, blank gaze. "Brothers," he said. "That's what we are."
As far as Edward was concerned it could just take for-damn-ever if it wanted because thatís how long he could go without taking to the Bastard.
He underestimates the little things, like how long it will take him to put his socks on in the morning, and she comes up the stairs when breakfast is long since over to find him crouched over a torn stocking, blinking back furious tears...
But Mustang would hold onto his control easily, manipulating the boy to lose more and more of his.
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.
"Beautiful," he purred again, a smile curling the edges of his lips, and Roy shivered despite the heat.
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.
"That would have killed you, you idiot! You wouldn't be destroyed, or erased, or whatever. You would be killed! I would have murdered you!"
That day, Ed had pulled his hair out of a braid and tied it up into a neat ponytail.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
Once you promised me that you would dance on my grave. I'm keeping you to that promise, you know.
Greed grinned, slid a hand from his pocket, curled one suddenly black claw. "Great. Come on, let's get it on."
Ed had confessed that he had no idea how the relationships had started.
"She loved him," Ed said. Crack, snap. Another flower joined the pile.
"I won't be an example!" He could still hear her voice wailing in his ear. "I'll choose how I die."
The thought that Elric might be hanging around, watching him like yesterday, was just too creepy to contemplate.
And when you held your breath, where did you keep it, in your lungs or your mouth or your throat?