These days, he loves the movies.
Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
“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.”
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
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.
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.
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
He's getting so awfully, awfully tired of pictures, but they won't just stop coming.
And if he did forget mom's face, what would be next? Her voice? Her smile? The color of her eyes?
It wasn't a nightmare; nightmares leave him shaking and sweating, but now he's oddly calm.
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
But last night I dreamed of Teacher, standing in a brightness like sunlit mist, holding out her arms to me, smiling gently.
It took you long enough to make your call. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to work a phone.
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.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
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.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
What he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Al sits in a doorway puzzling absently over the problem of what array to draw to bandage his arm before he bleeds to death.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
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.
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
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.
They were good boys, and smart, and she trusted them to stay mostly out of trouble. Mostly.
And when you held your breath, where did you keep it, in your lungs or your mouth or your throat?
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
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.
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.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
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.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
There is grass growing on the cinders, ivy covers the old stones.