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After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
It was beautiful, this pre-industrial world, with its white snows and ever-visible rainbows and the dazzling night sky. But it was also dreadful, seething with ignorance and man-made horrors.
"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?"
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"Brother says Mr. Mustang grabbed his behind today while he was at the blackboard," he explained as his blush slowly faded, and Ed scowled.
"If you are going to keep pets, you are going to have to take care of them."
"I'm sorry Al," he said at last. "For what it's worth, I never meant for this to happen to you."
Not a fairy, then, Alfons thought in disappointment. The fairies in stories weren't usually so foul-mouthed and excitable, anyway.
Heaven is this: a short, crisp October day, the clear sky a great bowl above them, the amber valley a chalice below.
He inhaled deeply, felt the darkness ripple over his skin, and the room seemed to flex and expand around him.
The magazine told him he was doing it all wrong. First, it said he was boring. Then, it said he was bad in bed. Next, it said he was inconsiderate. After that, it told him he was gullible.
Zinnsoldat, they named it, the Tin Soldier, in reference to their former service and in acknowledgement of their current uselessness.
High school and sexuality are hard enough to deal with, without adding high explosives to the mix.
"They raise the dead. They make creatures to fight in the war. This is Edward! This is your son. You have to see that!"
"Now, Earth-type world, yes? Spoken language identified as late pre-Galactic English."
rated:M-L | GEN | Alt Universe | TWT | First Place (popular); Second Place (juried) | Green Lion Winner | Alfons Heiderich | Edward Elric | crack | drama | fusion | introspective | 2009 Brave New Worlds, Original
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
Al didn't complain about his brother's occasional delinquency, so Ed didn't have room to complain about Al's taste in boyfriends.
To he who seeks, let him find. That was Ed's motto.
"Alphonse... why are you wearing a blouse?" The younger boy buried his face in his textbook, and mumbled something inaudible. "...and a miniskirt!?"
This was getting crazy. He knew that his college years ran equivalent with his sexual peak, but honestly?
He could imagine the words Fix typed as coming from his brother, and it afforded him a little bit of indulgence in his horrible, sinful, uncontrollable urges.
"How old are you?" The answer was on the wanted posters, of course, but he wanted to check.
Rule number one: no one knows about us. Rule number two: I will continue to take other lovers to keep up appearances. Rule number three: no commitment. I thought it would be best to keep this quiet so I wouldn't look like a damn pedophile.
"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?"