"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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Alphonse worried, but was rapidly won over by his brother's promises.
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
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."
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
This is the smell of ozone from a lightning strike. This is fear.
What he remembered of ice cream, more than the taste, was how messy it had always been.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
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.
You hide it well behind your bluster and your sulks, but the workings of your mind are at once cunningly devious and ruthlessly simple.
"...That is an order, Fullmetal, and I will have you court-martialed if you refuse."
"You don't think doing grown up things makes you look older?" Ed said after a while.
And after all, no amount of rain can wash the blood away.
They shared the same eyes, the same hair, and a level of intelligence ... and sometimes, Ed felt far too much like he was his father's son.
One day Edward was out kicking the crap out of those damn Homunculus with Al...
Ed meets his eyes, holds them, and then -- slowly, painfully, but deliberately, traces his free hand in a line across his throat.
Fear kept Al's metal arms at his sides, shaking slightly with each of Edward's pained moans.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
If she cries, he may have to kill her. He can't stand that sound any longer.
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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Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.
Bravado. Make them regret they ever talked to you.
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.
And there was a certain look they shared, the one they both used when they thought Ed was being unreasonably stubborn.
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'.
That was the problem with girls these days... they just didn't know how to deal with a little pain.
They were good boys, and smart, and she trusted them to stay mostly out of trouble. Mostly.
Tomorrow: having to talk to fucking Hohenheim. The day after tomorrow: the apocalypse. No pressure, eh?
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
Ed should have remembered this from that month on the island, back when he was a kid: you can only be in the great outdoors so long before you start dreaming of hot showers. And of dumping the people you're travelling with in them.
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
And if he did forget mom's face, what would be next? Her voice? Her smile? The color of her eyes?
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
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.
The audience fades away; the chatters dies, their twin breaths are the soft herald of thunder to come.
Only some things, he knew, could be repaired. Not every broken sword could be re-forged.
Every line in his chest and back was defined; he hardly seemed to have any body fat at all.
Okay, his hair wasn't brushed, and it had been a while since he'd gotten a bath, but he didn't think it was anything to blush at.
Brother wasn't the only one hiding his fears; I was so afraid everything I knew was a lie -- that our brotherhood was a lie.
Ed's arms swept out, taking in the street and the buildings, the grass and the trees and the sky -- "the world and our own minds to understand it! That's all!" Isn't that enough?
Of course he came through the window.
Ed began to understand why some people talked to themselves.
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.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
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
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?”
“Um, you must’ve learned that from Colonel Bastard. You’d better not be flashing that at the nurses. Or at me, ever, ever again.”
That day, Ed had pulled his hair out of a braid and tied it up into a neat ponytail.