warm and fuzzy, gentle, sweet, maybe a bit of sap.
It is somewhat odd that two brothers can be so different, yet so close.
The desire to go wandering again, to never settle down... it worried Alphonse.
Itís February in Central. Thereís nothing better to do.
He wanted to be able to do something like that; tangle limbs and lips and know what it was like to not have a responsibility.
The sunrise is spectacular, and it is the first that Edward has been awake to see in years.
"Oh, hello, brother." Alphonse flashed the smaller boy a smile, startled but pleased. "I didnít hear you come outside."
"It's cheating," he declared at last, "To pick a fight while I ache."
It was only after the sheer sensation had abated — only when he felt on solid enough ground to focus on the subtleties of life once more — that the habit began to catch his attention.
Tenderly, Ed's flesh fingers threaded into hair that he had created — short and bronze-gold, the same downy texture that he'd recalled from childhood.
The water streamed clear and icy through his fingers- and all at once he straightened, laughing, to flick the last few drops into his brotherís face.
Edward had come into his life, taken over his life; and sometimes Roy wondered what was left of it for him.
There is no way Alfons knows what he does to him.
He looks like he wants to scold Ed for swearing, but is afraid to; at the thought, Ed forces his expression to soften, and gives his little brother a wan smile.
It was a big world out there, full of more possibilities than either of them could dream of.
On Thursdays, Riza Hawkeye usually skipped the morning work and went to the office at noon.
Roy had arched an eyebrow, cleared his throat. "Can I ask what it is about my hand that merits such an intense examination?"
More than once already, Edward had regretted turning down the offer of a ride home, despite the fact that the little house he shared with Alphonse was nowhere near where Havoc lived.
Between Ed's commanding presence and the fact that Al had been an impressively large suit of spiked armor, it had been hard to get to know him much.
It is snowing in earnest by the time the fire has begun to burn low, but neither boy wants to move to add more wood.
He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
It is to such a morning that Alphonse wakes up, light pouring in through the blinds and over the bed sheets.
It was so, so much easier just to go hungry than to try their hands at something she'd done so well.
You're the only person on earth who will ever be able to read this message.
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
His ruse works; Ed dismisses him - with a harsh, impatient rejoinder that he isn't finished yet - and devotes his attention to his brother.
There were people here who did not run screaming when he whipped out a photo. Or five.
It was so terribly painful, really, the way he would smile when he was about to cry.
He had never dared to dream that things could get better, astounded as he'd been by the way air tasted spilling over his tongue...
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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This new life was staggering - more so, the feel of Alphonse's shoulder, warm and flesh beneath his cheek as the train lurched out of the station.
It was sure to be a disaster.
Anything, she reflected, is worth seeing you so genuinely happy.
Roy Mustang often looked back on his wedding night, recalling what he had thought about his subordinates; even now, they were his family, his safety, his friends.
That was unacceptable. Anger was to be expected; disgust was not allowed.
His tone was all weary patience, as though explaining to a child why candy was out of the question until after dinner.
Too many more nights of excuses are going to drive him from appropriately celibate to stark raving mad.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
There were precious few memories remaining, now, dimmed with the passage of time and the years that heíd spent lacking a flesh body, but he kept them close to him all the same.
"Get out of the kitchen, brother," he snarled, waving the spatula threateningly. "I'm still cooking, damnit."
Winry had been confused by the birthday present she received from Gracia, this year.
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
Roy could order her to stay home and rest, but he couldn't keep her from cleaning.
Snuggling on the couch was perhaps the only place where their differences worked with each other, albeit briefly.
Theirs is a strange relationship--they know so little about each other--but somehow it's okay, as though knowledge would throw a spanner in the works.
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
I know what I feel, I know what I think, and I don't need to chickenscratch the shit down and have the risk of it falling into the wrong hands.
Wasn't young love grand, perfect as crystal, flawless as the summer overtures?
He has lots of women like her, who would like to be his anchor, and too many of them confuse that for throwing themselves head first into the ocean.