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.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...
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."
Fear kept Al's metal arms at his sides, shaking slightly with each of Edward's pained moans.
You'd have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
These days, he loves the movies.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
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.
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
“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.”
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.
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
"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
"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
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.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
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?”
Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
It took you long enough to make your call. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to work a phone.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
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.
And everyone knows, when a homunculus is in trouble, there’s only one place to go!
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
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."
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.
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.
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.
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
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.
He can hear their strained breathing but that's all, and he's never liked the General's silence and he likes Ed's even less.
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.
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.
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.
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...
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'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
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
And when you held your breath, where did you keep it, in your lungs or your mouth or your throat?
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
It wasn't a nightmare; nightmares leave him shaking and sweating, but now he's oddly calm.