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Written by Charlie. ]
She narrowed her eyes at his feeble attempts to remain strong. He was proving to be a more troublesome target that she had anticipated, and it was angering her greatly. She watched as he used alchemy to close the wound, something she wasn’t expecting from him of all people. But his comment about him overestimating her abilities hit her hard. He was in a dangerous position right now, and he was going to insult her? What a fool.
“Oh, trust me,” she spat, taking another step forward. “I’ve seen you in action, Colonel. I’m no stranger to what you can do. But if you’re cocky enough to write me off as just another rookie alchemist, I’ll have no choice but to show you why that kind of thinking is dangerous.” She then gave him a smile that would have been sweet, if she wasn’t trying to kill him at the moment. “Your choice, Colonel.”
♟—The colonel was happy with her reaction, provoking someone had always gotten him in the worst position but also showed which of his opponents were weak. Clearly he really had overestimated her. With all the strength he had in his weakened state, he pushed himself off of the ground, standing to his full height with his hand remaining over his wound. His eyes held a glare aimed at her, but controlled himself to merely maintain eye contact with her.
"If you’ve seen what I can do, then you know I don’t particularly need my ignition gloves. But I do prefer them. So if you wanna make this a fair fight, I suggest you hand them back to me.” He then stopped talking for a moment, almost as if hesitating with an arrogant smirk creeping onto his face and head lowering to his his eyes with his hair. “Unless, you’re afraid I’ll be too powerful for you…” He was playing on the lines, continuing to provoke a reaction out of her, getting arrogant; it’s all he had until his energy regained from getting stabbed in the chest or until he had his ignition gloves back. However, there was the option of scratching the transmutation symbol into his hand again, the some of scars still remained in place so he’d know where to scratch.
Send me "kiss me" and I'll generate a number
34. Between shoulder blades
It wasn’t pity. It was something else entirely. The mark on her back. Of course, however helpful it was to him and his alchemy, it seemed a curse to her. And, he did feel sorry for her, but it definitely wasn’t pity that controlled his actions towards her.
Seeing that mark again, with the burn marks too, struck something within and made him feel anger rather than sorrow and pity. Made him want to try and help her and burn off the skin marked with it. However, instead, he stepped behind her, her shirtless state startling him at first (without her even knowing that he was in her apartment, which he had forgotten about ), and lowered his head to kiss in between her shoulder blades, a specific place between two burns that he had created.
My muse has woken up from a nightmare send "it's going to be alright" to see how they react.
Roy didn’t scream and shout in his sleep when he had nightmares, which happened a lot since he had been in the War of Ishval. However, he did sweat and toss and turn. Which unfortunately, to the eye, seemed a lot more obvious. Although, he hardly ever had people in his apartment to watch him sleep, and he occasionally fell asleep at work, which hardly surprised people when they saw him sleeping. But he made sure to sleep only when people weren’t in the room or were leaving so they weren’t to witness him struggle in his sleep. Only Hawkeye had ever seen him have a nightmare.
It seemed no surprise when he woke in his office, dark as usual (somewhere around eleven at night) and he had to wipe the sweat from his face. However, his ears registered the sound of someone speaking. He turned his head to see a woman stood, comforting him (Or at least trying to) and he jumped from his seat, moving back with a worried face in an attempt to hide the shame of being caught in what usually seemed like pain when he had a nightmare.
“I don’t…-” Clear of his throat. “-Who are you and what are you doing in Central command?”
