"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
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.
Could I burn like that - would the lick of flames on my skin wipe me clean?
"Then I'm gonna rule the world, too," Maes replied, because he and Roy always did everything together.
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
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.
And there was a certain look they shared, the one they both used when they thought Ed was being unreasonably stubborn.
Itís February in Central. Thereís nothing better to do.
Once you promised me that you would dance on my grave. I'm keeping you to that promise, you know.
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
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 finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
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.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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It was so terribly painful, really, the way he would smile when he was about to cry.
Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.
Roy was silent when Maes came back several minutes later. If he heard the sounds of retching from the bathroom, he didn't say.
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
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."
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
Dodge or block, it was still a whirlwind of events that could end up with him either winning or losing.
Roy Mustang was shipped back home last week. Neat as a parcel of vegetables with the stamp upside-down on the crate.
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
"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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Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.
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.
"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."
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
"...That is an order, Fullmetal, and I will have you court-martialed if you refuse."
Even so, you still are a manipulative bastard.
"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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Death could come to Roy on his time. Appointment first. Lunch, maybe.
Even though she wasnít an alchemist, alchemy tended to stake a claim on all who were associated with it.
PR, we need PR, he kept telling himself, but at this point he didn't think he could string more than two sentences together.
"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?"
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
It does not occur to him until later — years later — that this might be considered a case of sexual abuse.
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.
I didn't know on the phone. I didn't know on the train.
Impress, they had told him. Make us see why we should choose you as one of our own.
He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
He remembered finding himself asking why the Fullmetal Alchemist would be the one to patch his own clothes.
It wasn't easy to imagine how he had been mistaken, because Al could swear that even from a distance, a hanged man looked very different from a tent post.