Non-consensual sex. Less euphemistically, rape.
He dragged through his last mission a true convert to the stone, the last shreds of self preservation stripped from him.
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.
Here, in this place where eyes were all but useless, hearing could be confounded with the sensation of touch.
That was unacceptable. Anger was to be expected; disgust was not allowed.
It was merely a battle of wills. He would win.
Al himself had asked for nothing, except the one thing that Hohenheim wouldn't give him. Freedom.
"Have you ever thought about becoming a daddy?" Wrath said.
The blow cracked Ed's cheekbone, an audible noise in the quiet room, and he felt and tasted the blood that filled his mouth.
To he who seeks, let him find. That was Ed's motto.
Alchemy, the science of turning lead into gold, was never about actual, physical transmutation.
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
"What I did here was nothing out of the ordinary. You are lucky you were shown it so early."
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?
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.
One never grew entirely accustomed to having nightmares, Ed had found.
Archer smiled. "You are no longer the darling of the Military, Mustang. I am."
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.
Ed woke up slowly, and wished he hadn't.
It was so easy to want to do something, just because he could do it.
Roy flinched a little and walked the rest of the way down the hall -– to his fate. No, today would not be easy.
This is not how normal people behave, Ed's mind warned him.
Edward would speak to him, eventually. Any good dog would, and despite his obstinacy, the child could be trained.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
...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...
The Fuhrer always used that word. Ripe. Like fruit to be devoured .
"Aww, is the rough and tough Elric crying for his dead brother?" sneered a voice in his ringing ears.
There was gold in the middle of midnight, and Envy smiled over his satisfaction.
The nurses knew all about these interludes, of course, but it was not something they could do anything about.
There was a foul, slightly decaying scent that lingered cloyingly in his nose even after he turned his head to the fresh breeze.
"If I do not, I might begin to love you, whom I should hate."
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.
Edward needs pushing. Hohenhiem wants to push him with his own two hands — to touch.
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.
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 thought of Martel, of Nina. He didn't want to be a chimera.
Envy would never let him forget that the price of pride was destruction, and that those who infringed upon God's domain were damned.
Who knew how long it would take to find Al and take down those who'd conspired to feign his death?
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.
The easiest way to destroy an enemy is to destroy those he depends upon.
"No," said Ed, his voice quiet. "You can't hurt me."
The resemblance to the first set was so uncanny that had he not known better, Ling would have assumed she was a twin.
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.
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.
Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
Predator-sleek and supple like a malignant-looking trickster, blurring the lines between human and inhuman, male and female, dead and alive.
Everything — Ed's wishes, his remaining dignity, even his trust — was going to have to come second to Ed's life.
I've never regretted keeping you, Envy.