Disclamer: (insert poorly performed Puss in Boots accent here) Is not mine.
Author's Note: I frequently haunt the Elricest livejournal site, and have seen a few of these sort of posts there, recently—'sentence long' fics. I thought they'd be fun to try (they're a lot harder than they look!), so here I go!
Warnings: Randomness. Each sentence stands alone—some are anime related, some are movie related, some talk about Pride Ed from Bluebird's Illusion, a few mention a fan character created by COFIE-SAN: Vengeance (AKA homunculi Al). (PS. Vengeance does not belong to me, though I have been playing with the character a lot recently. All praise Cofie-san for his creation!)
And, of course, ELRICEST! XD XD XD
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Chalk Dust
-A Collection of FMA Sentences-
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Smile
It wasn't so much that he'd (finally) remembered his past, or that he'd successfully preformed alchemy, or even the sight of him feeding bits of the Stone to his revised brother—the shock was that, for the first time since Edward Elric's death, Pride was smiling.
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Memory
And yet. . . despite all of the snarls and swears, Hoeinhiem couldn't help but smile at the scowling teen; in his mind, he'd always be the toddler singing "Up, papa, up!"
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Storm
Though he'd always pretended to hate them, Alphonse secretly loved stormy nights: for they gave him an excuse to crawl into bed with Edward.
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Jealousy
It wasn't that Ed was jealous of Al's new girlfriend, it was. . . no, he really was just jealous.
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Star
While growing up, Al had always believed that a falling star could grant your wish—but there had been many stars and many prayers over the many years, and he still hadn't found his brother.
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One More
And as they fell together to the floor—moaning and touching and oh-so-needy—, they couldn't help but think: 'Really, after everything else, what's one more sin?'
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Mine
It wasn't until he was 16 that Alphonse realized that Edward, whenever warmly calling him 'brother mine,' always seemed to emphasize the latter portion of the term.
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First Prayer
'Please,' he prayed, watching his little brother's innocent, sleeping face, 'please protect us from what we want.'
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Frustration
He wasn't angry that he no longer had a body of his own; rather, he was frustrated that he could no longer feel his brother's.
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Sensory Deprivation
Edward hated his gloves—they were hot and scratchy and didn't allow him to feel anything— but the Elric brothers did everything together, so if Al couldn't feel, neither would Ed.
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Acceptance
At first there had been shock, then disgust, then understanding; and as Roy watched the blushing brothers kiss goodbye as Ed parted for work, he began to wonder why he'd ever thought of them as wrong.
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Affection
Trisha had always been pleased by how affectionate her sons were—but still, they wondered what she would say if she could see them now.
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Closing the Gap
After having been separated for so long, all they wanted was to be closer. . . closer. . . closer. . .
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Musings
Standing idly by his grave, Vengeance's mind began to wander—life as a suit of armor, as a human, as a homunculi. . . and he vaguely wondered if he'd ever get to die and stay dead.
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First
Anything they experienced, they always experienced together first—and the young brothers couldn't understand why kissing and sex and love would be any different.
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Bluebird's Illusion
Mother had once told him that bluebirds were a sign of happiness, but Edward always seemed to find them whenever his life was due to take a turn for the worst.
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Pastime
Whenever they were in a playful mood, the Elric's favorite pastime was to kiss in the hidden corners of the library— then see how long it took the thoroughly flustered employees to muster the courage to kick them out.
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Forever
"I'm too weak to be alone. . . I need to be with you. . ." he whispered into the resurrected boy's chest, soulless amber eyes rimmed with tears.
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Death
Nothing had ever been able to keep them apart before—not alchemy, not Gates, not even other worlds; so when the time came to truly say goodbye. . . he simply couldn't do it.
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A Little More Practice May Be Needed. . .
Al had a lot of free time nowadays (what with their travels being over and all), and liked to spend a great deal of it knitting sweaters his brother—which was fine, really, except that Ed was still having a hard time figuring out where the third sleeve was supposed to go.
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Babies
Every night, Izumi would quietly enter their room, kiss their sleeping foreheads, and whisper: "Goodnight, my babies."
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Mother
The night before Izumi died, Edward and Alphonse finally found the courage to enter her room, kiss her forehead, and whisper: "Goodnight, mom". . . before running like hell in the opposite direction.
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Perfect
Saturdays always began the same way: a pancake breakfast, followed by reading penny novels on the couch, finishing with their bodies tangled on the floor, clothing scattered everywhere.
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