"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
It wasn't a nightmare; nightmares leave him shaking and sweating, but now he's oddly calm.
Sometimes Al thinks that somewhere back in the Armstrong family tree lurks an alchemical accident in a sequin factory.
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...
I'm going to kill Ed when he gets back, Al told the General. I just thought I should tell you in advance in case there's paperwork.
It wasn't easy to imagine how he had been mistaken, because Al could swear that even from a distance, a hanged man looked very different from a tent post.
Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...
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.
Of course he came through the window.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
Ed meets his eyes, holds them, and then -- slowly, painfully, but deliberately, traces his free hand in a line across his throat.
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.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
You'd have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
I didn't understand that, didn't comprehend why being clean for going into the earth was a good thing until much later...
If Al could have frowned suspiciously, he would have. Instead he relied on his expressive vocal stylings as he propped his brother upright. “What’s in that glass, Brother?”
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
What the hell was he going to say when Ed and Winry asked him if he met any nice girls in Xing?
She'd barely managed not to wail But it's Yoletide! and prove herself both spoiled brat and country bumpkin.
“Um, you must’ve learned that from Colonel Bastard. You’d better not be flashing that at the nurses. Or at me, ever, ever again.”
I could sleep here, soundly, knowing that I followed in his footsteps, lay in the same beds, held the same forks and glasses, and spoke with the same people he had protected.
Some of the details he needed, of course, they wouldn't have; no non-alchemist would know. And most of the details they had, he didn't want.
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
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It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
You've only been awake for thirty-six hours, staged a coup, fought a bunch of monsters and nearly died a few times. It's not as if you've had a tough day.
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Hope — he could almost reach out and touch that hope, hours away, maybe, just a few ticks of the clock and an array or two later and it could be real.
When dealing with the military, it always paid to look ready for inspection. Neatness counted; passion was suspect.
Al sits in a doorway puzzling absently over the problem of what array to draw to bandage his arm before he bleeds to death.
Falling back into the sun-warmed grass, Al smiled to the skies, offered them his hopes and dreams on a gilded platter of golden eyes.
He’s killing his brother slowly, but he has already promised to do it quickly; what does it matter?
But the harsh light of early morning sharpens the hard angles of desperation on Al's face so instead Ed smiles, all teeth, and lies, "Of course."
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
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.
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
It was just as his body heat was beginning to bring the sheets up to a reasonable temperature that the noise caught his ears- an ugly scraping sound, unnatural and harsh in the silence of early morning hours.
“You just need to make it clear to him that he may have an opinion on the matter, but in the end, you’re the one who’s going to be doing all the work. Roy and I had that discussion months ago, and he’s been very cooperative ever since.”
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
Al crouches down on a dune looking down on the camp and draws an array in the sand, thinking of Gunnar with a dull pang of grief.
They were good boys, and smart, and she trusted them to stay mostly out of trouble. Mostly.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.