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.
These days, he loves the movies.
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
What he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
What price for a human soul? Even a body and a leg had left a debt that could cleave the world in two.
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.
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 Winry found him, he could not help but clutch at her, babbling almost hysterically.
Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
But last night I dreamed of Teacher, standing in a brightness like sunlit mist, holding out her arms to me, smiling gently.
Fear kept Al's metal arms at his sides, shaking slightly with each of Edward's pained moans.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
“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.”
He's getting so awfully, awfully tired of pictures, but they won't just stop coming.
When dealing with the military, it always paid to look ready for inspection. Neatness counted; passion was suspect.
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.
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
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."
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.
She'd barely managed not to wail But it's Yoletide! and prove herself both spoiled brat and country bumpkin.
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
Al sits in a doorway puzzling absently over the problem of what array to draw to bandage his arm before he bleeds to death.
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
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.
I didn't understand that, didn't comprehend why being clean for going into the earth was a good thing until much later...
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
I could sleep here, soundly, knowing that I followed in his footsteps, lay in the same beds, held the same forks and glasses, and spoke with the same people he had protected.
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...
Let me start by saying that I love my grandchildren. Actually, they’re my great great grandchildren, but that’s repetitive and makes me sound old, so screw that.
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.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
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."
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.
They were good boys, and smart, and she trusted them to stay mostly out of trouble. Mostly.
It took you long enough to make your call. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to work a phone.
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
And if he did forget mom's face, what would be next? Her voice? Her smile? The color of her eyes?
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
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!
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.