What price for a human soul? Even a body and a leg had left a debt that could cleave the world in two.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
Of course he came through the window.
He’s killing his brother slowly, but he has already promised to do it quickly; what does it matter?
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
You'd have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
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...
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.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
Al sits in a doorway puzzling absently over the problem of what array to draw to bandage his arm before he bleeds to death.
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
Ed meets his eyes, holds them, and then -- slowly, painfully, but deliberately, traces his free hand in a line across his throat.
Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
It wasn't a nightmare; nightmares leave him shaking and sweating, but now he's oddly calm.
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
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?”
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.
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.
The dizzy whiteness rushed over him again; bright, hurting, noisy, afraid, hard, can't remember, Niisan...
I didn't understand that, didn't comprehend why being clean for going into the earth was a good thing until much later...
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 was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
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.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
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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.
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.
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.
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
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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But last night I dreamed of Teacher, standing in a brightness like sunlit mist, holding out her arms to me, smiling gently.
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.
And everyone knows, when a homunculus is in trouble, there’s only one place to go!
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
What the hell was he going to say when Ed and Winry asked him if he met any nice girls in Xing?
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.
Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...
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.