Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
It was so terribly painful, really, the way he would smile when he was about to cry.
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.
"Well... Brother does that, every so often. He really should think before he tries to attack people."
“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?”
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.
He gently turned Ed's head so that he faced the camera, and with just a little luck, Ling would catch that amazing expression Ed always had when he came.
Roy Mustang was shipped back home last week. Neat as a parcel of vegetables with the stamp upside-down on the crate.
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.
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
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.
"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."
He hadn't asked Hughes to follow him to this place.
Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.
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.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
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.
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.
One day Edward was out kicking the crap out of those damn Homunculus with Al...
It’s February in Central. There’s nothing better to do.
Death could come to Roy on his time. Appointment first. Lunch, maybe.
Well, it sure looks like the rumors were true about Wednesday nights, Ed thought, easing inconspicuously along the edges of the room. But I never knew so many soldiers were gay.
...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
"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!"
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He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
The staff look at each other, look at their automail bottle-opener, and prepare to duck.
"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?"
Dodge or block, it was still a whirlwind of events that could end up with him either winning or losing.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
"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.
"Then I'm gonna rule the world, too," Maes replied, because he and Roy always did everything together.
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
Today I saw the god of fire, Roy writes in his notebook, knowing he will never be believed.
He decided, then, quite firmly, that he wasn't ever going to drink coffee again, with anybody. It was too risky.
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.
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
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.
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
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
"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
Impress, they had told him. Make us see why we should choose you as one of our own.
On Thursdays, Riza Hawkeye usually skipped the morning work and went to the office at noon.