warm and fuzzy, gentle, sweet, maybe a bit of sap.
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.
Winry muttered something Scieszka couldn't quite catch, brow furrowed as she leaned in to adjust something on the switchboard.
Al can see his handwriting -- which closely resembles the marks a tap-dancing spider might make if it fell in an ink pot first.
Edward was like on a dog on a too-short leash, so close to the bone but unable to taste it.
Winry had been confused by the birthday present she received from Gracia, this year.
There is no way Alfons knows what he does to him.
It was a big world out there, full of more possibilities than either of them could dream of.
Roy could order her to stay home and rest, but he couldn't keep her from cleaning.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
His ruse works; Ed dismisses him - with a harsh, impatient rejoinder that he isn't finished yet - and devotes his attention to his brother.
"Get out of the kitchen, brother," he snarled, waving the spatula threateningly. "I'm still cooking, damnit."
"Oh, hello, brother." Alphonse flashed the smaller boy a smile, startled but pleased. "I didnít hear you come outside."
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.
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.
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.
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.
Too many more nights of excuses are going to drive him from appropriately celibate to stark raving mad.
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
"That's what you said last time. And the time before that. And," he added, dragging the feather upward with maddening slowness, "The time before that."
Anything, she reflected, is worth seeing you so genuinely happy.
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.
He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
rated:K | M+F S+S | Fullmetal | mid-series | First Place, Het & Non-Het | Green Lion Winner | Riza Hawkeye | Roy Mustang | angst | humor | sweet | Elric Kyoudai | 354th FG HQ | 2004 First Kiss, Non-Het
It is to such a morning that Alphonse wakes up, light pouring in through the blinds and over the bed sheets.
The sunrise is spectacular, and it is the first that Edward has been awake to see in years.
"Don't worry about it," he says bossily. "I know what to do. Give me the book--don't close it--ah, thanks."
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.
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...
There was a lot to be said for experimentation, Ed thought later, when Al was curled up in his arms as Winry fussed in the bathroom.
His friend is blushing, ashamed to be seen in such a condition - and this is not new, either, this is not new at all.
Edward had come into his life, taken over his life; and sometimes Roy wondered what was left of it for him.
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
The feel of hands on his shoulders woke him, one metal and one flesh, and it was the chill in human fingers that told him how cold the night had grown while he slept.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
The desire to go wandering again, to never settle down... it worried Alphonse.
It was a lousy day, depressing and the color of the sky on his way home reminded Ed of the color of the Gate and he just felt helpless and sorry and lonely and bad.
There were people here who did not run screaming when he whipped out a photo. Or five.
It was sure to be a disaster.
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.
You're the only person on earth who will ever be able to read this message.
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 was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
Snuggling on the couch was perhaps the only place where their differences worked with each other, albeit briefly.
It is somewhat odd that two brothers can be so different, yet so close.
It was so, so much easier just to go hungry than to try their hands at something she'd done so well.
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.
"It's cheating," he declared at last, "To pick a fight while I ache."
On Thursdays, Riza Hawkeye usually skipped the morning work and went to the office at noon.