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.
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.
He recalled lifting it cautiously up to his nose, and then back away from the stinging, spicy herbs along with the smouldering scent of tobacco.
It’s February in Central. There’s nothing better to do.
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
"Well... Brother does that, every so often. He really should think before he tries to attack people."
Fullmetal smiled a long, slow smile, the sort that promised evil things were in the near future, and put his boots up on Roy's desk.
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.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
Roy Mustang was shipped back home last week. Neat as a parcel of vegetables with the stamp upside-down on the crate.
They are his signposts and self-inscriptions, cordoning off the book as his own, as something he possesses.
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.
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.
He decided, then, quite firmly, that he wasn't ever going to drink coffee again, with anybody. It was too risky.
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.
Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
"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.
Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
"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.
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.
...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
On Thursdays, Riza Hawkeye usually skipped the morning work and went to the office at noon.
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
He remembered finding himself asking why the Fullmetal Alchemist would be the one to patch his own clothes.
Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
It does not occur to him until later — years later — that this might be considered a case of sexual abuse.
Even so, you still are a manipulative bastard.
"Then I'm gonna rule the world, too," Maes replied, because he and Roy always did everything together.
And after all, no amount of rain can wash the blood away.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
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'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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Impress, they had told him. Make us see why we should choose you as one of our own.
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
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.
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
One day Edward was out kicking the crap out of those damn Homunculus with Al...
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
And there was a certain look they shared, the one they both used when they thought Ed was being unreasonably stubborn.
He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
Could I burn like that - would the lick of flames on my skin wipe me clean?
Even though she wasn’t an alchemist, alchemy tended to stake a claim on all who were associated with it.
"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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“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?”
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.