And there was a certain look they shared, the one they both used when they thought Ed was being unreasonably stubborn.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
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?
For now, he has mastered one world, two worlds; they have mastered him as well, and he is tired.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
She'd barely managed not to wail But it's Yoletide! and prove herself both spoiled brat and country bumpkin.
He didn't play anymore, not with reports to file, books to read, notes to scratch out.
Ed meets his eyes, holds them, and then -- slowly, painfully, but deliberately, traces his free hand in a line across his throat.
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.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
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.
Even Hawkeye could be caught off guard, and the men moving in too late, even five seconds too long, too far away.
They were good boys, and smart, and she trusted them to stay mostly out of trouble. Mostly.
And of course, he does not believe in God anyway, and scorns the idea of predestination.
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.
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.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
The audience fades away; the chatters dies, their twin breaths are the soft herald of thunder to come.
There was one thing that Edward had missed above all others.
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.
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
That day, Ed had pulled his hair out of a braid and tied it up into a neat ponytail.
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.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
Fear kept Al's metal arms at his sides, shaking slightly with each of Edward's pained moans.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
“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.”
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
Of course he came through the window.
"You know it's a good thing I heal almost immediately, because otherwise I'd be so sore, I'd never get anywhere in the story."
Hadn't he survived a month on a deserted island when he was ten, equipped only with a little knife and one pair of shorts? He was tough. He was rugged. He could fall asleep anywhere. He could totally do this.
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
"...That is an order, Fullmetal, and I will have you court-martialed if you refuse."
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
He can still feel in his cheeks the faint scratch of beard against skin when his father kissed him there.
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.
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.
And after all, no amount of rain can wash the blood away.
There was a loud crack, like the sound of several chopsticks simultaneously being snapped in two, followed by the sound of something heavy falling, the object hitting the ground so hard the earth literally shook beneath Ed's feet.
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
"We ought to have a toast," Ed says, frowning into the depths of his bottle. "They always do when they're having a drink in someone's memory."
If Al began to forget things, then Edward would remember anything and everything for the both of them.
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.
"Now, Earth-type world, yes? Spoken language identified as late pre-Galactic English."
rated:M-L | GEN | Alt Universe | TWT | First Place (popular); Second Place (juried) | Green Lion Winner | Alfons Heiderich | Edward Elric | crack | drama | fusion | introspective | 2009 Brave New Worlds, Original
At night, curled shivering on the layers of musty damp leaves under the glimmering stars, Ed lay silently and thought of unspeakable unknowns...
Alfons Heiderich, this universe's most cruel mistake, came round from the other side of the crumbling brick wall, and Ed found himself again wondering if the man existed solely for his personal torment.
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."