The Elrics were pensive, quiet drunks. More likely to write or read or go to sleep than laugh uproariously or enter a fistfight, although the later wasn’t entirely impossible.
They joined the old and stooped and bone-weary at the bar. Al vaguely remembered expecting some dizzying euphoria. Al vaguely remembered expecting something, and waiting for
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I... just love this fic so much. I've gotten inspiration JUST from reading it, the heapings of detail that you've put into this. The sheer EMOTION in the written word.. .gah. This is failing... I just can't express how much I love this work.
You're an amazing writer, and very talented. This work is.. hell, it's gorgeous.
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Thank you so for it
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE that you addressed Noah's complete lack of anything resembling a backbone. Its something I love and hate about her.
The WAY you describe places...and how they match up.... and when you described the times they had at Risenbull... and the Roma/Ishbalans comparison.
You are an artist, and even while you've written this years ago... Its new for me :3. Love this story and love your prose.
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Al's so delightfully frank in this fanfic that I imagine his little admissions of desire would eventually break Ed and cause him to snap. I assume it would be pretty difficult to keep that lust in check when Al's goading him with little comments about how Ed tastes and pilfering his cigarettes to quell his own addiction.
Ed's doomed.
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