Hoenheim put the hammock up before he left; she can remember lying in his arms as they swung gently, and the sound of his heartbeat in her ear. Sometimes, she stares at it, watching it sway in the breeze. It … Continue reading →

Should anyone outright question her, Winry won’t deny she hasn’t at least thought about it. After all, Edward Elric is smart and handsome, moves with grace–and not a single girl in Rizenbul doesn’t remember how utterly devoted he was–is!–to his … Continue reading →

Sometimes he dreams of walking down long, narrow black hallways, where hands stretch from the walls and pluck at his hair and clothes. He walks to the echo of his footsteps and a low, almost subliminal sound. It takes him … Continue reading →

Rose looks at him sometimes, and thinks she knows why his brother loved him so. He’s always careful with her son, with the dog; he’s always so studious when he’s helping Winry or Pinako, and there is a light in … Continue reading →

“I prefer people like my older brother … I’m sorry, Lieutenant, you’re not my type, so–“ There were precisely three small cracks in the plaster of the wall opposite to his desk; Havoc had counted them multiple times over the … Continue reading →

War comes to Amestris, and that is when he goes to enlist: not out of any patriotic duty (though he fakes it well, and is young and bright-eyed enough to pull it off), but because he is bored. The small … Continue reading →