...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
And there was a certain look they shared, the one they both used when they thought Ed was being unreasonably stubborn.
They are his signposts and self-inscriptions, cordoning off the book as his own, as something he possesses.
Impress, they had told him. Make us see why we should choose you as one of our own.
Well, it sure looks like the rumors were true about Wednesday nights, Ed thought, easing inconspicuously along the edges of the room. But I never knew so many soldiers were gay.
"You paid for him to have sex?" Mustang says incredulously, putting his pen down on the table top and shoving the form away. "You bought him a prostitute?"
He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
Only some things, he knew, could be repaired. Not every broken sword could be re-forged.
Roy could've sworn First Lieutenants existed only to invent torture methods for Colonels, but he wasn't about to say that one out loud.
And after all, no amount of rain can wash the blood away.
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
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
Even though she wasn’t an alchemist, alchemy tended to stake a claim on all who were associated with it.
Today I saw the god of fire, Roy writes in his notebook, knowing he will never be believed.
The staff look at each other, look at their automail bottle-opener, and prepare to duck.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
He hadn't asked Hughes to follow him to this place.
He remembered finding himself asking why the Fullmetal Alchemist would be the one to patch his own clothes.
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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Dodge or block, it was still a whirlwind of events that could end up with him either winning or losing.
According to Hughes, Major Mustang was close to promotion and as his subordinate, it was her prerogative to try and help him to reach the next rung of the ladder.
It’s February in Central. There’s nothing better to do.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.
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."
"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?"
It does not occur to him until later — years later — that this might be considered a case of sexual abuse.
PR, we need PR, he kept telling himself, but at this point he didn't think he could string more than two sentences together.
"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.
One day Edward was out kicking the crap out of those damn Homunculus with Al...
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
It was so terribly painful, really, the way he would smile when he was about to cry.
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?”
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
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.
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.
Death could come to Roy on his time. Appointment first. Lunch, maybe.
"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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They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
"...That is an order, Fullmetal, and I will have you court-martialed if you refuse."
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
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'll be up against the wall before you know it, Mustang, right where you belong, eating the bullets of a firing squad for breakfast."
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.