...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
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...
They were good boys, and smart, and she trusted them to stay mostly out of trouble. Mostly.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
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.
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
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.
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?”
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought 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.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
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.
You'd have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
Fear kept Al's metal arms at his sides, shaking slightly with each of Edward's pained moans.
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.
She'd barely managed not to wail But it's Yoletide! and prove herself both spoiled brat and country bumpkin.
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
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.
Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
The dizzy whiteness rushed over him again; bright, hurting, noisy, afraid, hard, can't remember, Niisan...
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."
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
Of course he came through the window.
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.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
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.
Sometimes Al thinks that somewhere back in the Armstrong family tree lurks an alchemical accident in a sequin factory.
When Winry found him, he could not help but clutch at her, babbling almost hysterically.
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.
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
What the hell was he going to say when Ed and Winry asked him if he met any nice girls in Xing?
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.
Falling back into the sun-warmed grass, Al smiled to the skies, offered them his hopes and dreams on a gilded platter of golden eyes.
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
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.
There is grass growing on the cinders, ivy covers the old stones.
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
“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.”
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.
These days, he loves the movies.
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.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
What price for a human soul? Even a body and a leg had left a debt that could cleave the world in two.