Impress, they had told him. Make us see why we should choose you as one of our own.
He hadn't asked Hughes to follow him to this place.
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
They are his signposts and self-inscriptions, cordoning off the book as his own, as something he possesses.
"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?"
Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.
It wasn't easy to imagine how he had been mistaken, because Al could swear that even from a distance, a hanged man looked very different from a tent post.
This wasn't really what he'd been expecting from surreptitious wartime sex. He'd thought it would be some kind of quickie round the back of the latrines.
"...That is an order, Fullmetal, and I will have you court-martialed if you refuse."
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
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.
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.
"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
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
"Well... Brother does that, every so often. He really should think before he tries to attack people."
"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?"
Even so, you still are a manipulative bastard.
It was so terribly painful, really, the way he would smile when he was about to cry.
It was getting kind of depressing, though, by the time the color red alone would make him wonder about the child; the flash of a cardinal, a sprig of bright berries, the gaudiness of nighttime tavern lights, and the scarlet lipstick of bar women.
“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?”
And there was a certain look they shared, the one they both used when they thought Ed was being unreasonably stubborn.
If Ed had his way, his allowance (and all of Roy's salary) would be spent entirely on the most expensive brand of dog food to have ever existed.
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.
"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
Around when the hour of nine rolls up to the door, fat as a bellied barfly, Roy has already taken his jacket off the hook and has gone outside to walk.
One day Edward was out kicking the crap out of those damn Homunculus with Al...
Today I saw the god of fire, Roy writes in his notebook, knowing he will never be believed.
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'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
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
He remembered finding himself asking why the Fullmetal Alchemist would be the one to patch his own clothes.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
"Then I'm gonna rule the world, too," Maes replied, because he and Roy always did everything together.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
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.
Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.
Even though she wasn’t an alchemist, alchemy tended to stake a claim on all who were associated with it.
Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
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.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
It’s February in Central. There’s nothing better to do.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
"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.
He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
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."