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.
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
Sometimes they race to see who can get to Winry's house faster.
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.
Alphonse worried, but was rapidly won over by his brother's promises.
But they were no longer young, and they no longer lived together, and Al wouldn't embarrass his brother in front of their hosts by trying to take care of him.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
And there was a certain look they shared, the one they both used when they thought Ed was being unreasonably stubborn.
And if he did forget mom's face, what would be next? Her voice? Her smile? The color of her eyes?
Very few alchemists believed in God, but all of them believed in books.
That was the problem with girls these days... they just didn't know how to deal with a little pain.
If she cries, he may have to kill her. He can't stand that sound any longer.
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.
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
She'd barely managed not to wail But it's Yoletide! and prove herself both spoiled brat and country bumpkin.
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.
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
Not a fairy, then, Alfons thought in disappointment. The fairies in stories weren't usually so foul-mouthed and excitable, anyway.
It didn't really sink in when you saw the thing, all clumsy dangling wood and leather straps, like the arm of a marionette in a kids' puppet show.
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'.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
The advantage to being so distinctive-looking was that sometimes Edward didn't have to look for people; they found him first.
Ed imagined Al's expression would look something like Fletcher's did right now.
For now, he has mastered one world, two worlds; they have mastered him as well, and he is tired.
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.
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 was so terribly painful, really, the way he would smile when he was about to cry.
If Al began to forget things, then Edward would remember anything and everything for the both of them.
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
rated:K-L-V | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: ch 1-108 | DF: ch 105 | Alphonse Elric | Edward Elric | Roy Mustang | mystery | 354th FG HQ | UST | 2010 Best New Voices, Neophyte | Havoc/Rebecca
The audience fades away; the chatters dies, their twin breaths are the soft herald of thunder to come.
For in equivalent trade, everything has value and therefore everything can be taken away.
Of course he came through the window.
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.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
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.
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.
Only some things, he knew, could be repaired. Not every broken sword could be re-forged.
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?”
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.
"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
He’s killing his brother slowly, but he has already promised to do it quickly; what does it matter?
And of course, he does not believe in God anyway, and scorns the idea of predestination.
You hide it well behind your bluster and your sulks, but the workings of your mind are at once cunningly devious and ruthlessly simple.
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.
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
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.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.