She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
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."
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.
You'd have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
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.
“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.”
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.
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.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
Ed meets his eyes, holds them, and then -- slowly, painfully, but deliberately, traces his free hand in a line across his throat.
“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.”
"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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"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
These days, he loves the movies.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
He’s killing his brother slowly, but he has already promised to do it quickly; what does it matter?
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.
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.
An alchemical reaction of the most ancient kind: sitting down to eat as though filling the stomach could replace the gap in one's heart.
And when you held your breath, where did you keep it, in your lungs or your mouth or your throat?
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
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."
Al sits in a doorway puzzling absently over the problem of what array to draw to bandage his arm before he bleeds to death.
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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Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
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.
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.
What kind of stupid creature would walk willingly and calmly to its own violent, brutal death?
Fear kept Al's metal arms at his sides, shaking slightly with each of Edward's pained moans.
Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...
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.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
The dizzy whiteness rushed over him again; bright, hurting, noisy, afraid, hard, can't remember, Niisan...
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
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 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.