Roy was silent when Maes came back several minutes later. If he heard the sounds of retching from the bathroom, he didn't say.
PR, we need PR, he kept telling himself, but at this point he didn't think he could string more than two sentences together.
She moves the king again, to its last optional safe square and murmurs, "I'll admit this is not how I envisioned my first night on the battlefield."
"You paid for him to have sex?" Mustang says incredulously, putting his pen down on the table top and shoving the form away. "You bought him a prostitute?"
Fullmetal smiled a long, slow smile, the sort that promised evil things were in the near future, and put his boots up on Roy's desk.
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
Impress, they had told him. Make us see why we should choose you as one of our own.
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
rated:K-L-V | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: ch 1-108 | DF: ch 105 | Alphonse Elric | Edward Elric | Roy Mustang | mystery | 354th FG HQ | UST | 2010 Best New Voices, Neophyte | Havoc/Rebecca
You've only been awake for thirty-six hours, staged a coup, fought a bunch of monsters and nearly died a few times. It's not as if you've had a tough day.
rated:M-L-V | GEN | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: up to ch 108 | DF: ch 105 | Dr Marcoh | Alex Louis Armstrong | Alphonse Elric | Cdr Grumman | Dr Knox | Edward Elric | Riza Hawkeye | Roy Mustang | death | mystery
“Sir,” he says, and Roy could be imagining it, but he thinks Falman’s usually flat tone has a hint of panic in it. “Have you read this memo yet?”
An alchemical reaction of the most ancient kind: sitting down to eat as though filling the stomach could replace the gap in one's heart.
While the Chief practices his best vengeful face and looks up the recipe for a fake corpse in some freaky alchemy cookbook, Breda and the rest of Team Mustang get to deal with the really annoying bits of this operation.
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
"Don't go to sleep," he murmurs into Ed's hair, and thinks of their mother, long ago, telling a story about spinning straw into gold.
I didn't know on the phone. I didn't know on the train.
He recalled lifting it cautiously up to his nose, and then back away from the stinging, spicy herbs along with the smouldering scent of tobacco.
Roy could've sworn First Lieutenants existed only to invent torture methods for Colonels, but he wasn't about to say that one out loud.
He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
On Thursdays, Riza Hawkeye usually skipped the morning work and went to the office at noon.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
There was a loud crack, like the sound of several chopsticks simultaneously being snapped in two, followed by the sound of something heavy falling, the object hitting the ground so hard the earth literally shook beneath Ed's feet.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
Only some things, he knew, could be repaired. Not every broken sword could be re-forged.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
"Don't look so downcast!" orders Mustang, grinning maniacally. "Our honour is at stake! Don't let me down! Sometimes you just have to take one for the team!"
rated:K-L | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | pre-series | SP: no plot spoilers but stars characters we meet up t | Briggs Bears | Buccaneer | Miles | Olivia Mira Armstrong | Roy Mustang | 354th FG HQ | Rebecca Catalina
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
"You'll be up against the wall before you know it, Mustang, right where you belong, eating the bullets of a firing squad for breakfast."
Dodge or block, it was still a whirlwind of events that could end up with him either winning or losing.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
He just carries himself with a certain atmosphere, one that feels like splinters of buildings falling off walls and landing broken or the smell of roasted flesh.
Could I burn like that - would the lick of flames on my skin wipe me clean?
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
He has seen the desert. Seen her scorched and scarred beneath his steady hands. Stepped in her tattered remains, tasted her ashes with every breath.
Today I saw the god of fire, Roy writes in his notebook, knowing he will never be believed.
According to Hughes, Major Mustang was close to promotion and as his subordinate, it was her prerogative to try and help him to reach the next rung of the ladder.
Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.
"When you put it that way--" Roy conceded. "But it does seem improbable. You promised me a murderer, but are you so sure that it was no accident?"
One day Edward was out kicking the crap out of those damn Homunculus with Al...
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
rated:K | M+F S+S | Fullmetal | mid-series | First Place, Het & Non-Het | Green Lion Winner | Riza Hawkeye | Roy Mustang | angst | humor | sweet | Elric Kyoudai | 354th FG HQ | 2004 First Kiss, Non-Het
Roy Mustang was shipped back home last week. Neat as a parcel of vegetables with the stamp upside-down on the crate.
And after all, no amount of rain can wash the blood away.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.