Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
Of course he came through the window.
Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
What kind of stupid creature would walk willingly and calmly to its own violent, brutal death?
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?”
But last night I dreamed of Teacher, standing in a brightness like sunlit mist, holding out her arms to me, smiling gently.
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.
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
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.
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.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
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.
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
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.
"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
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.
And if he did forget mom's face, what would be next? Her voice? Her smile? The color of her eyes?
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?
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
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 big world out there, full of more possibilities than either of them could dream of.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
What price for a human soul? Even a body and a leg had left a debt that could cleave the world in two.
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 want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
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...
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
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.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
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.
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
When dealing with the military, it always paid to look ready for inspection. Neatness counted; passion was suspect.
When Winry found him, he could not help but clutch at her, babbling almost hysterically.
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...
They were good boys, and smart, and she trusted them to stay mostly out of trouble. Mostly.
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 he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
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.