These days, he loves the movies.
Fear kept Al's metal arms at his sides, shaking slightly with each of Edward's pained moans.
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?
It took you long enough to make your call. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to work a phone.
Ed meets his eyes, holds them, and then -- slowly, painfully, but deliberately, traces his free hand in a line across his throat.
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.
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
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.
It was a big world out there, full of more possibilities than either of them could dream of.
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
And if he did forget mom's face, what would be next? Her voice? Her smile? The color of her eyes?
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
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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...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
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?
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.
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
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.
Sometimes Al thinks that somewhere back in the Armstrong family tree lurks an alchemical accident in a sequin factory.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
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.
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 price for a human soul? Even a body and a leg had left a debt that could cleave the world in two.
But last night I dreamed of Teacher, standing in a brightness like sunlit mist, holding out her arms to me, smiling gently.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
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.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
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.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
What the hell was he going to say when Ed and Winry asked him if he met any nice girls in Xing?
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
"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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It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
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.
You'd have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
When Winry found him, he could not help but clutch at her, babbling almost hysterically.
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.
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.
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
The dizzy whiteness rushed over him again; bright, hurting, noisy, afraid, hard, can't remember, Niisan...
It wasn't a nightmare; nightmares leave him shaking and sweating, but now he's oddly calm.
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
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.