The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
And when you held your breath, where did you keep it, in your lungs or your mouth or your throat?
When dealing with the military, it always paid to look ready for inspection. Neatness counted; passion was suspect.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
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.
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?
Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
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."
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
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.
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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Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
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.
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.
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'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.
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
Ed meets his eyes, holds them, and then -- slowly, painfully, but deliberately, traces his free hand in a line across his throat.
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.
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
"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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What he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
There is grass growing on the cinders, ivy covers the old stones.
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.
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
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."
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
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."
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
Of course he came through the window.
What price for a human soul? Even a body and a leg had left a debt that could cleave the world in two.
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're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
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.
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.
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?”
“Um, you must’ve learned that from Colonel Bastard. You’d better not be flashing that at the nurses. Or at me, ever, ever again.”
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
And if he did forget mom's face, what would be next? Her voice? Her smile? The color of her eyes?
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.