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.
What do you know, he wanted to scream, what do you know about my brother, what he’s gone through and how far he’s — we’ve — come?
There is grass growing on the cinders, ivy covers the old stones.
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?”
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.
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
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...
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
When Winry found him, he could not help but clutch at her, babbling almost hysterically.
But last night I dreamed of Teacher, standing in a brightness like sunlit mist, holding out her arms to me, smiling gently.
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.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
Ed meets his eyes, holds them, and then -- slowly, painfully, but deliberately, traces his free hand in a line across his throat.
These days, he loves the movies.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
He's getting so awfully, awfully tired of pictures, but they won't just stop coming.
It took you long enough to make your call. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to work a phone.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
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.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
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.
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
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.
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.
What the hell was he going to say when Ed and Winry asked him if he met any nice girls in Xing?
"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 have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
When dealing with the military, it always paid to look ready for inspection. Neatness counted; passion was suspect.
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 didn't understand that, didn't comprehend why being clean for going into the earth was a good thing until much later...
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
She'd barely managed not to wail But it's Yoletide! and prove herself both spoiled brat and country bumpkin.
“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.”
"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
And everyone knows, when a homunculus is in trouble, there’s only one place to go!
It was a big world out there, full of more possibilities than either of them could dream of.
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.
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.