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.
He mostly trusted his brother to be able to put a nearly-three-year-old to bed by himself, but...Al should probably check, just to be sure.
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
They were good boys, and smart, and she trusted them to stay mostly out of trouble. Mostly.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
He's seen quite enough of the military hospital in Central, and much as he likes the nurses, he was still glad when he thought they were through with it.
She'd barely managed not to wail But it's Yoletide! and prove herself both spoiled brat and country bumpkin.
Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
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.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
And while he didn't know the Niisan that had been to hell and back again with a grin on his face, he knew his Niisan, and he knew that prison was not at all where he belonged.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
Al sits in a doorway puzzling absently over the problem of what array to draw to bandage his arm before he bleeds to death.
Let me start by saying that I love my grandchildren. Actually, they’re my great great grandchildren, but that’s repetitive and makes me sound old, so screw that.
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.
Ed meets his eyes, holds them, and then -- slowly, painfully, but deliberately, traces his free hand in a line across his throat.
Of course he came through the window.
When dealing with the military, it always paid to look ready for inspection. Neatness counted; passion was suspect.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
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.
I had offered him something he couldn't deny, something he couldn't refuse: the blink of salvation and a flesh-and-blood body for his brother.
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.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
What price for a human soul? Even a body and a leg had left a debt that could cleave the world in two.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
The blond shook his head lightly, probably in amusement, "I'm really sorry but he's normally not like this to strangers but your resemblance? is very striking, Roy."
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
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.
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
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.
rated:M-L-V | GEN | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: up to ch 108 | DF: ch 105 | Dr Marcoh | Alex Louis Armstrong | Alphonse Elric | Cdr Grumman | Dr Knox | Edward Elric | Riza Hawkeye | Roy Mustang | death | mystery
These days, he loves the movies.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
I didn't understand that, didn't comprehend why being clean for going into the earth was a good thing until much later...
Al makes a worried little noise, and Ed raises his head a little. He's been found out, he thinks, and knows he should feel something.
When Winry found him, he could not help but clutch at her, babbling almost hysterically.
And if he did forget mom's face, what would be next? Her voice? Her smile? The color of her eyes?
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
rated:K-L-V | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: ch 1-108 | DF: ch 105 | Alphonse Elric | Edward Elric | Roy Mustang | mystery | 354th FG HQ | UST | 2010 Best New Voices, Neophyte | Havoc/Rebecca
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.