Intense psychological themes and/or interpersonal conflict.
He had started to wonder if it was Edward or himself that was farther out of reach at the moment.
"She loved him," Ed said. Crack, snap. Another flower joined the pile.
There are some things that aren't to be tolerated.
Elysia glanced once more around the room. In her head, there were echoes, snatches of conversations, voices from people long gone, long dead. There were ghosts in this room.
Every rule in the book tells him that it's wrong, frat-er-nisation, number one cause of discharged officers in peace time situations.
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
The pretenses stopped midway through the second cigarette.
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Edward glared up at him, wiping some of the stuff off his nose.
His desire for everything and everyone meant subversively that anything the alchemist blew to high hell was his: possession by association.
The boy's brother stretches out a flesh-and-blood hand towards her, and at that moment she hates him, hates them all.
Living dangerously had its perks.
There was a loud crack, like the sound of several chopsticks simultaneously being snapped in two, followed by the sound of something heavy falling, the object hitting the ground so hard the earth literally shook beneath Ed's feet.
It was so easy to forget how uneven alchemy made a fight. No ordinary guy ever had a chance.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
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.
She hated being idle; it ranked far above the petty pain of a mere gunshot-wound in her personal list of annoyances.
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.
The voice hit Ed like a blow, and drove the breath from his lungs. "Where are you?" he shouted. "Where are you?"
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
Ed tosses four sausages at once into his mouth and swallows almost without chewing, shooting Al a smug, triumphant grin.
The boys grow older, wiser and closer, and their mother watches them do so and is proud.
Impress, they had told him. Make us see why we should choose you as one of our own.
Boys shouldn't do this, either with their brothers or with any other boy.
"You are the only one who has acknowledged me," she suddenly whispered , "since he's been gone."
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
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.
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.
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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.
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
If Al began to forget things, then Edward would remember anything and everything for the both of them.
"He misses me," came the quiet whisper, a hope that maybe this madness would end, that maybe, maybe, he could be released, that he could go home.
You'd have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
He had only meant to pass through the town; it wasn't like much would have changed anyway.
At night, curled shivering on the layers of musty damp leaves under the glimmering stars, Ed lay silently and thought of unspeakable unknowns...
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
When Winry found him, he could not help but clutch at her, babbling almost hysterically.
Roy was silent when Maes came back several minutes later. If he heard the sounds of retching from the bathroom, he didn't say.
But you never thought of it as a handicap, did you, as something just the same as being blind or deaf.
But he still flinched away from that metal skin, and held his own burning automail arm a little further from his body in hopes that he would not bump against it.
"Mai--" Ed didn't finish his sentence as he stared at the three-inch stack of letters in Foley's hand.
He would come to understand later that what she meant was, Iím stronger than you.
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.
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.
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.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her tobac tin, more to annoy her visitor than anything else.