"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
It was a lousy day, depressing and the color of the sky on his way home reminded Ed of the color of the Gate and he just felt helpless and sorry and lonely and bad.
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
And if he did forget mom's face, what would be next? Her voice? Her smile? The color of her eyes?
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.
Yet there are still nights that he wakes up to find his hand clutched by a seated Al, who laughs his hollow laugh and asks if he's okay, even though he does not remember screaming.
Alfons swears he doesn't need glasses - and maybe he doesn't, if he can see such phenomena as the Gegenschein light--but up close he has trouble like this.
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
The color red was a distraction. The color red was him. Him--Mustang's own constant distraction, the waving red banner amidst the dull color that painted his everyday life.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
It was the last moments of the change that had always held Ed rapt, had always thrilled him with the knowledge that whatever came into being, every tiny detail of it, was his creation.
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.
Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
One day Edward was out kicking the crap out of those damn Homunculus with Al...
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
"You don't think doing grown up things makes you look older?" Ed said after a while.
It was kind of ironic, and kind of inconvenient, that Rush Valley, the capital city of automail, was also hot as hell for half the year.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
Edward Elric was in an exceedingly bad mood.
Only some things, he knew, could be repaired. Not every broken sword could be re-forged.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
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.
You'd have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
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.
Ling was an expert at this shit, he really was: making Ed feel too bad to say no to him, throwing out weird, cheeseball compliments that made his cheeks fire and froze his brain before he could brush them off
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
I didn't understand that, didn't comprehend why being clean for going into the earth was a good thing until much later...
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
He can still feel in his cheeks the faint scratch of beard against skin when his father kissed him there.
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?
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.
It is what people say to him because they cannot think of any other way to relate to him, this boy who has the heavy title of 'Full Metal Alchemist'.
But he still flinched away from that metal skin, and held his own burning automail arm a little further from his body in hopes that he would not bump against it.
If she cries, he may have to kill her. He can't stand that sound any longer.
Very few alchemists believed in God, but all of them believed in books.
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.
rated:M-L-V | GEN | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: up to ch 108 | DF: ch 105 | Dr Marcoh | Alex Louis Armstrong | Alphonse Elric | Cdr Grumman | Dr Knox | Edward Elric | Riza Hawkeye | Roy Mustang | death | mystery
In a blur of red and flying braid, Ed is on his knees before her.
He was only human though, and he had given into his rage at having to deal with Edward's dysfunction--and now Edward was gone, and it looked more and more like he might not be coming back.
When the lines didn't matter, when the lungs weren't working in labor of sweet industry worlds, then it was so easy to see where they might be all born of the same blood.
There was one thing that Edward had missed above all others.
It was getting kind of depressing, though, by the time the color red alone would make him wonder about the child; the flash of a cardinal, a sprig of bright berries, the gaudiness of nighttime tavern lights, and the scarlet lipstick of bar women.
He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
If Ed had his way, his allowance (and all of Roy's salary) would be spent entirely on the most expensive brand of dog food to have ever existed.
For now, he has mastered one world, two worlds; they have mastered him as well, and he is tired.
Tomorrow: having to talk to fucking Hohenheim. The day after tomorrow: the apocalypse. No pressure, eh?
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
That day, Ed had pulled his hair out of a braid and tied it up into a neat ponytail.
He decided, then, quite firmly, that he wasn't ever going to drink coffee again, with anybody. It was too risky.