Non-consensual sex. Less euphemistically, rape.
Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
That was unacceptable. Anger was to be expected; disgust was not allowed.
One never grew entirely accustomed to having nightmares, Ed had found.
Alchemy, the science of turning lead into gold, was never about actual, physical transmutation.
"Have you ever thought about becoming a daddy?" Wrath said.
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
He dragged through his last mission a true convert to the stone, the last shreds of self preservation stripped from him.
The smart thing to do would be to cut and run, but somehow that just didn't seem manly. And Ed was not going to look like a girl in front of this creep.
It was so easy to want to do something, just because he could do it.
Envy would never let him forget that the price of pride was destruction, and that those who infringed upon God's domain were damned.
Al thought of Martel, of Nina. He didn't want to be a chimera.
There was a foul, slightly decaying scent that lingered cloyingly in his nose even after he turned his head to the fresh breeze.
The Fuhrer always used that word. Ripe. Like fruit to be devoured .
Greed watched his every move like a hawk, mimicking his mannerisms.
Everything — Ed's wishes, his remaining dignity, even his trust — was going to have to come second to Ed's life.
Edward would speak to him, eventually. Any good dog would, and despite his obstinacy, the child could be trained.
...when he presses his hand against the scraped array and wills it to activate, he can't help but send a whispered prayer to it. Please work. Please, please...
To he who seeks, let him find. That was Ed's motto.
"You embarrassed the brass, and now they want their pound of flesh."
Edward needs pushing. Hohenhiem wants to push him with his own two hands — to touch.
"What I did here was nothing out of the ordinary. You are lucky you were shown it so early."
I'm lying through implication, but the kid won't know that, and after all the stuff I've done, lying has gotta be my pettiest sin.
"If I do not, I might begin to love you, whom I should hate."
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.
This is what lovers do, thought Ed. They sacrifice for the other's pleasure.
Nobody knocks at their house; there is only one person who ever comes and Edward doesn't need to knock.
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.
"Aww, is the rough and tough Elric crying for his dead brother?" sneered a voice in his ringing ears.
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.
That was when the nightmare had begun, when the world had become stone walls, sterilized laboratories, and lights so bright as to make little red capillaries snake across both boys' eyes.
Al himself had asked for nothing, except the one thing that Hohenheim wouldn't give him. Freedom.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
"Apparently their mother never cautioned them to stay away from strangers with cars."
Here, in this place where eyes were all but useless, hearing could be confounded with the sensation of touch.
"No," said Ed, his voice quiet. "You can't hurt me."
The hand under Edward's intact leg shifted, and the fingers snapped. A wave of heat danced across his skin, and he shivered in fear as the failed experiment died.
On the first night, he comes to her as her teacher.
This is not how normal people behave, Ed's mind warned him.
The resemblance to the first set was so uncanny that had he not known better, Ling would have assumed she was a twin.
I have enough things to worry about without dragging you into my messes. Why did you have to be the one to come after me?
The blow cracked Ed's cheekbone, an audible noise in the quiet room, and he felt and tasted the blood that filled his mouth.
Ed woke up slowly, and wished he hadn't.
The easiest way to destroy an enemy is to destroy those he depends upon.
Archer smiled. "You are no longer the darling of the Military, Mustang. I am."
The nurses knew all about these interludes, of course, but it was not something they could do anything about.
There were lines that should never be crossed and things one should never wish for, and sometimes even the best of intentions were not enough.
Who knew how long it would take to find Al and take down those who'd conspired to feign his death?
It was merely a battle of wills. He would win.
I've never regretted keeping you, Envy.