Today I saw the god of fire, Roy writes in his notebook, knowing he will never be believed.
Around when the hour of nine rolls up to the door, fat as a bellied barfly, Roy has already taken his jacket off the hook and has gone outside to walk.
Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.
I didn't know on the phone. I didn't know on the train.
She moves the king again, to its last optional safe square and murmurs, "I'll admit this is not how I envisioned my first night on the battlefield."
Roy was silent when Maes came back several minutes later. If he heard the sounds of retching from the bathroom, he didn't say.
He decided, then, quite firmly, that he wasn't ever going to drink coffee again, with anybody. It was too risky.
Impress, they had told him. Make us see why we should choose you as one of our own.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
Once you promised me that you would dance on my grave. I'm keeping you to that promise, you know.
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
He remembered finding himself asking why the Fullmetal Alchemist would be the one to patch his own clothes.
Could I burn like that - would the lick of flames on my skin wipe me clean?
It was so terribly painful, really, the way he would smile when he was about to cry.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
On Thursdays, Riza Hawkeye usually skipped the morning work and went to the office at noon.
This wasn't really what he'd been expecting from surreptitious wartime sex. He'd thought it would be some kind of quickie round the back of the latrines.
“Sir,” he says, and Roy could be imagining it, but he thinks Falman’s usually flat tone has a hint of panic in it. “Have you read this memo yet?”
Only some things, he knew, could be repaired. Not every broken sword could be re-forged.
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.
And there was a certain look they shared, the one they both used when they thought Ed was being unreasonably stubborn.
One day Edward was out kicking the crap out of those damn Homunculus with Al...
An alchemical reaction of the most ancient kind: sitting down to eat as though filling the stomach could replace the gap in one's heart.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
Even though she wasn’t an alchemist, alchemy tended to stake a claim on all who were associated with it.
Even so, you still are a manipulative bastard.
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.
Roy Mustang was shipped back home last week. Neat as a parcel of vegetables with the stamp upside-down on the crate.
He just carries himself with a certain atmosphere, one that feels like splinters of buildings falling off walls and landing broken or the smell of roasted flesh.
It does not occur to him until later — years later — that this might be considered a case of sexual abuse.
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
There were plenty of reasons she might have had two strapping policemen in her apartment first thing in the morning, but none of them involved a tiny, grouchy kid sitting at her kitchen table and scratching the dirt out of the woodgrain with his thum
While the Chief practices his best vengeful face and looks up the recipe for a fake corpse in some freaky alchemy cookbook, Breda and the rest of Team Mustang get to deal with the really annoying bits of this operation.
The staff look at each other, look at their automail bottle-opener, and prepare to duck.
He has seen the desert. Seen her scorched and scarred beneath his steady hands. Stepped in her tattered remains, tasted her ashes with every breath.
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
He gently turned Ed's head so that he faced the camera, and with just a little luck, Ling would catch that amazing expression Ed always had when he came.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
"When you put it that way--" Roy conceded. "But it does seem improbable. You promised me a murderer, but are you so sure that it was no accident?"
"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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"Don't go to sleep," he murmurs into Ed's hair, and thinks of their mother, long ago, telling a story about spinning straw into gold.
They are his signposts and self-inscriptions, cordoning off the book as his own, as something he possesses.
"Don't look so downcast!" orders Mustang, grinning maniacally. "Our honour is at stake! Don't let me down! Sometimes you just have to take one for the team!"
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Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?