"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
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...
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
It wasn't a nightmare; nightmares leave him shaking and sweating, but now he's oddly calm.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
And if he did forget mom's face, what would be next? Her voice? Her smile? The color of her eyes?
And everyone knows, when a homunculus is in trouble, there’s only one place to go!
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.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
I didn't understand that, didn't comprehend why being clean for going into the earth was a good thing until much later...
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."
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
These days, he loves the movies.
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're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
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.
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.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
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.
It took you long enough to make your call. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to work a phone.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
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.
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
She'd barely managed not to wail But it's Yoletide! and prove herself both spoiled brat and country bumpkin.
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.
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
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.
You'd have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
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."
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
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.
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.
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.
The dizzy whiteness rushed over him again; bright, hurting, noisy, afraid, hard, can't remember, Niisan...
What he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
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.
When dealing with the military, it always paid to look ready for inspection. Neatness counted; passion was suspect.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
What price for a human soul? Even a body and a leg had left a debt that could cleave the world in two.