Get-together storyline; by definition, has a happy ending for the two romantic leads.
In the winter months the ground was too hard to dig ditches, so instead they chipped rocks.
It's a paradoxical situation; Alphonse is closer to Edward than he has ever been, yet somehow he feels as if they don't know each other at all.
I was talking with Al one day. And I was explaining how a long-term relationship is like a religion. They both have similar hallmarks...
It was honestly not a kiss.
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!
"I am not obsessed with Edward Elric!"
The magazine told him he was doing it all wrong. First, it said he was boring. Then, it said he was bad in bed. Next, it said he was inconsiderate. After that, it told him he was gullible.
"There is no corresponding word in your language. There is consort, but most people seem to think that that is some kind of advisory position. Then there is wife, which is a bit closer to the true definition--"
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
His ruse works; Ed dismisses him - with a harsh, impatient rejoinder that he isn't finished yet - and devotes his attention to his brother.
"Post break-up beer, all the way from Xing," Al grinned merrily. "Taken right off a cart heading for the royal court. See the lengths I go to to cheer you up?"
If killers and empty assassin armor hadn't frightened him, half a foot of park bench shouldn't leave him feeling so useless and pathetic.
But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
Roy's breath took a holiday at the beach for approximately 30 seconds, the longest it had ever left him alone.
I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
Roy wondered how far Alphonse would go to prove his point.
"You paid for him to have sex?" Mustang says incredulously, putting his pen down on the table top and shoving the form away. "You bought him a prostitute?"
When he received no immediate response, he drew back and let her go, and the aching vulnerability on his face made her blink in surprise.
"Yeah," Fuery chips in, "you're always the one to stop Ed from doing weird stuff, not the other way around."
It really irritated him that he did have ten years of experience and Roy could look at him and drop his voice a little and Ed squirmed.
Contrary to popular opinion, Roy Mustang was quite skilled at dealing with emotions.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
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.
"You're getting quite the list," Roy said. "Not that I am any sort of advocate for monogamy, but you certainly are taking full advantage of playing the field."
Rule number one: no one knows about us. Rule number two: I will continue to take other lovers to keep up appearances. Rule number three: no commitment. I thought it would be best to keep this quiet so I wouldn't look like a damn pedophile.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
He was coming to read Alfons pretty well now too, and from what Al did understand he could give as good as he got.
Al can see his handwriting -- which closely resembles the marks a tap-dancing spider might make if it fell in an ink pot first.
It had been a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Eyes across a crowded room, and all that jazz.
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.
"If you've got something to say, say it," she said. "If not, hand me a fork, would you?"
He doesn't have time for any of this, oak trees and summer days and a pale, bony hand twined with his.
He was, to sum up, a pretty unpleasant guy to have at the head of your department in the holiday season.