Elricest is the way \o/ This is a little collections of sentences about Ed, Al and their love ;O; 3 Thanks to Umbry and Nar to have me with the translation *O* (English is not my first language ;_;!) These are the first 10 of 50 sentences è_é. Please R&R, and see you next time!

Sugared Almonds

#01 – Ring – It was a stupid reason, he knew it well, but he was more than happy to have lost his right arm instead of his left one, because that way he could admire that beautiful wedding ring that bound him to his brother – in the name of love, of brotherly affection, of everything.

#02 – Hero – The banality of his thoughts made him blush, but looking at his brother's back the only thing he could think about was how grateful he was for having brought him back to life – his own little hero.

#03 – Memory – The saddest memory haunts his heart every time he thinks about Al's scent on his blankets, about the warmth of his body, the sound of his laughter; his most beautiful and painful memory.

#04 – Box - He didn't show it, but he was soft-hearted: when Alphonse fell asleep, he went to the attic, and put each picture of them together in a red box, smiling for how lucky he had been.

#05 – Run – He belonged to him, just belonged to him, again; and his hands slid on his chest, on his hips, and his lips ate hungrily every part of his body, running against time, afraid to see him disappearing once again.

#06 – Hurricane – Looking at Edward playing with his friends always brought happiness to Al: his open arms, his wind-blown hair and legs always running made him seem like a little hurricane – and he would get to be like him, one day.

#07 – Wings – He was a wretched sinner, whom God had ripped wings to avoid him seeing his angel's face for the rest of his life – and without him he felt like he couldn't live any longer.

#08 – Cold – "…but Niisan, I'm fine, I'm not cold!" Al burst out looking at his brother's gleaming eyes – a sparkling smile on his lips, his arms tight around his brother's shoulders, wrapped in the coat; "Never mind Al" The only thing he cared about was having his warmth. "Never mind."

#09 – Red – In the end, red was nice: it was the color of sunsets, of his coat, of apples, of Alphonse's round cheeks when he whispered something not so chaste in the ear – a delight for his eyes.

#10 – Drink – He'd always hated it – when he was little, he'd hold it in his mouth and then spit it out over a poor plant, that disgusting white drink – but now, drunk from Alphonse's lips, that evil milk assumed a completely different taste.