He's a pessimist with an ego seven miles long; he's a scientist, too, doesn't approve of Al's books.
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.
But suddenly, when Al had his body back, it was like picking up an old book and learning something new.
Al didn't complain about his brother's occasional delinquency, so Ed didn't have room to complain about Al's taste in boyfriends.
Humans are so greedy, the Truth had told him in his dreams; and for all his airs and graces, he is no exception.
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.
"I know," Ed replies, and grins. "I mean, I can totally see why. Nobody else kisses the way I do."
"Yeah," Fuery chips in, "you're always the one to stop Ed from doing weird stuff, not the other way around."
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.
"It was a while ago," he offered nervously. "Before your time. He's, uh, well, he was a persistent bastard, and... You're not mad, are you?"
Ed tosses four sausages at once into his mouth and swallows almost without chewing, shooting Al a smug, triumphant grin.
All it took was a push of his hand and the twist of a small brass key to put it out of sight.
"It's cheating," he declared at last, "To pick a fight while I ache."
There were many things that Edward Elric didn't want the world to know, secrets to be protected at all cost.
"I'm sorry Al," he said at last. "For what it's worth, I never meant for this to happen to you."
"Stop that," he snapped, flicking the tap on. "Change into something a little more appropriate. You're not him, brother."
"Get out of the kitchen, brother," he snarled, waving the spatula threateningly. "I'm still cooking, damnit."
But he's traveled like this before, and the hope that it won't end in failure a second time is, at this moment, enough.
Everything — Ed's wishes, his remaining dignity, even his trust — was going to have to come second to Ed's life.
Fingertips drifted over curves, up over hips and thighs and the dimple of ribs, and if my eyes were closed, I could have told you in detail every perfect flaw and scar.
Faith didn't hold much of a place in my life; science was my passion, something I could see, something I could feel, could make sense of.
In the summer they competed at climbing through the twisting branches, risking life and bruises to collect baskets of fruit and bring them back home.
Apparently, years of stress had jaded Ed into thinking that if things were looking good now, then something terrible must be around the corner.
After so many years in the dark, Edward Elric had discovered he had a libido after all, and it was unfortunately exacting its frustrated vengeance upon one Alphonse Elric.
Not many people are close enough to his brother to have seen either of the first two with any sort of frequency.
Boys shouldn't do this, either with their brothers or with any other boy.
"Hi Brother!" the other end of the phone chirped, and Ed's shoulders immediately went from tense to jelly.
"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."
Sweet nothingness, just feeling, no Stone, no pesky mental commentary or guilt, and just this goddamn sensation that eclipsed the sun.
With no warning at all, something changed in the air between them, and the fight turned dirty.
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
There was gold in the middle of midnight, and Envy smiled over his satisfaction.
"I'm not being forced out of another home. They won't be here long, and it's not like they'll be looking for us."
"So by 'torture,' you really mean 'sexual gratification'. Specifically your sexual gratification.
"Don't worry about it," he says bossily. "I know what to do. Give me the book--don't close it--ah, thanks."
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.
"Up," said the demon, as the blinding force of a million suns illuminated its frame and set an evil light to its eyes.
The sunrise is spectacular, and it is the first that Edward has been awake to see in years.
The only other tradition that was better than eggnog to Al, was that of mistletoe.
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.
It made a lovely picture, with the moonlight streaming in thick and silver under the curtains, and Edward silently cursed everything that came to mind...
It's almost as though Al is the blind one, seeking to memorize his brother's features by touch.
How do you find someone who barely existed in this world now that they're gone?
Too many more nights of excuses are going to drive him from appropriately celibate to stark raving mad.
The room had gotten hot and stuffy, and there was sweat on both of his hands, though the sheen on the automail had not come from his own body.