Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
No alchemical reaction could sustain fire without fuel forever.
Ed clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
Ed was pretty sure that the Colonel had an office fetish.
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
If killers and empty assassin armor hadn't frightened him, half a foot of park bench shouldn't leave him feeling so useless and pathetic.
Elysia glanced once more around the room. In her head, there were echoes, snatches of conversations, voices from people long gone, long dead. There were ghosts in this room.
You want to break him just once; see what he really is beneath that cool exterior.
Ed let out the barest squeak, then glared fire as if daring Roy to say anything.
Edward had come into his life, taken over his life; and sometimes Roy wondered what was left of it for him.
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
Someone had clearly forgotten to tell Roy that he was much better at starting fires than stopping them.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
I was talking with Al one day. And I was explaining how a long-term relationship is like a religion. They both have similar hallmarks...
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
I have enough things to worry about without dragging you into my messes. Why did you have to be the one to come after me?
Life, the Fullmetal Alchemist decided viciously, wasn't fair.
At a large mahogany desk, polished to an almost jewel-like shine, sat Colonel Edward Elric, who was deep into his paperwork. Or at least that is how he appeared.
Heavy-lidded, he would savor them slowly, letting them seep into his mind's eye until he could see nothing else.
Al crouches down on a dune looking down on the camp and draws an array in the sand, thinking of Gunnar with a dull pang of grief.
The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
Roy was far from at ease and he could not sleep, and so, instead, he watched Edward, feeling anxiety and guilt sink claws into his belly and tear into his mind.
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
"Go back to sleep, Mustang," Ed answers absently, flipping the page.
“I said no, Fullmetal--hey, what are you mmnph!”
"In case you hadn't noticed," Ed went on, poking Roy in the chest, "I am no longer twelve."
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
He would have been crying for a long time, but the tears seem to have frozen in this damn cold too.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
You had to hand it to Roy, he certainly knew how to keep his cool.
Sex isn't comfortable. It's wet, hard, satisfying, but never comfortable.
"Let me get this straight — you want to kiss me to support a theory!?"
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The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
"Post break-up beer, all the way from Xing," Al grinned merrily. "Taken right off a cart heading for the royal court. See the lengths I go to to cheer you up?"
Artificial muscles and steel could not replace the level of sensitivity real muscle and skin had.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
The hand under Edward's intact leg shifted, and the fingers snapped. A wave of heat danced across his skin, and he shivered in fear as the failed experiment died.