"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
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.
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
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.
Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
When Winry found him, he could not help but clutch at her, babbling almost hysterically.
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.
These days, he loves the movies.
I didn't understand that, didn't comprehend why being clean for going into the earth was a good thing until much later...
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...
The dizzy whiteness rushed over him again; bright, hurting, noisy, afraid, hard, can't remember, Niisan...
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."
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
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'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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He's getting so awfully, awfully tired of pictures, but they won't just stop coming.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
It wasn't a nightmare; nightmares leave him shaking and sweating, but now he's oddly calm.
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.
Brother likes to pretend that he doesn't care what goes on in the military unless it directly affects him. Or, you know, directly offends him. One or the other.
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.
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
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.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
Ed meets his eyes, holds them, and then -- slowly, painfully, but deliberately, traces his free hand in a line across his throat.
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.
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.
Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
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.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
What kind of stupid creature would walk willingly and calmly to its own violent, brutal death?
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.
Al sits in a doorway puzzling absently over the problem of what array to draw to bandage his arm before he bleeds to death.
“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.”
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
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...
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
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.
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.