Fire is destruction itself. Without an alchemist's hand, it kills and tears down villages, cities and towns. Add it to a man and he becomes the wielder of it. Man itself is already dangerous enough, a few with flames at the beck and call is more threatening. Its meant to be hidden and pushed away. No one should see the secrets. I see that now.
[ Fullmetal Alchemist and Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Roleplay blog for Colonel Roy Mustang. Please read the rules first before interacting with. M!A: Currently accepting Written by Charlie. ]
Send "Shut up." for my character's reaction to yours pushing them against the wall and kissing them.
♟— Lips hit his faster than he could react, his back hitting the wall rather hard. His eyes widened before he recognized the face that had just pushed his back against the wall and began kissing him, his lips curling into an arrogant smile, even with the opposite’s on his own. His hands moved to her waist, then her thighs, gripping them before hoisting her up and holding her against his body, turning them around with little struggle and pushing Riza’s back to the wall.
The topmost button of her jacket must have become undone, with how she was able to feel his kisses along her collar just above her turtleneck. Riza found herself grinning and giving another tug to his hair as she gauged his response. His move up to her ear had her head tilting to the side to accomodate him in the space of her neck as she listened to the husk of his voice. “Plenty of time.”
♟—"At the risk of sounding arrogant, -“ His fingers slipped to her uniform, fiddling with the rest of the buttons which kept him from her body. "that really isn’t enough time, Lieutenant." Arrogant. He even smirked before his head pulled back, his tongue suddenly softly tracing around the shell of her ear. The arrogance could’ve been sensed by people even out of the room.
Send "Shut up." for my character's reaction to yours pushing them against the wall and kissing them.
♟— Lips hit his faster than he could react, his back hitting the wall rather hard. His eyes widened before he recognized the face that had just pushed his back against the wall and began kissing him, his lips curling into an arrogant smile, even with the opposite’s on his own. His hands moved to her waist, then her thighs, gripping them before hoisting her up and holding her against his body, turning them around with little struggle and pushing Riza’s back to the wall.
She was smiling as he scrambled to gain his bearings. The intention hadn’t been to be so rough but Riza let it happen with the urgency that she undoubtably felt. As his lips curved into the trademark arrogant smirk she weaved her hands into his hair and gave a rough tug to the locks. There was no resistance given as he pulled her off her feet and turned, only echoing his movements by wrapping her legs around his hips.
♟—A chuckle elicited from his throat as she gave a rough tug to his hair, the reaction making him mentally remind himself to do it again when things got too soft. His kisses moved her mouth, down her jawline and collar bone and back up to near her ear, his voice coming out hoarse from the rough dominance from each of them between his kisses. “Havoc and-” Kiss. “Falman will be-” Kiss. “back in an hour,-” Kiss. “but Feury and-” Kiss. “Breda have returned home."
Our muses' are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses' to share a stupid, drunken kiss
♟It was a rush, vision was blurred, minds were corrupted, it always turns out with Mustang hating himself in the morning. But, currently, his lips were pushed to another’s (he couldn’t tell who), and his hands holding the hips of a female’s (thank God for that). Either the world was forcing them somewhere, or he had whoever it was hoisted up against a wall (of course, outside the pub).
She hasn’t quite come out of her drunken haze, and she didn’t expect to anytime soon. However, she was aware enough to realize just how awkward this had suddenly gotten. Well, that would sure teach her to not get completely smashed and then start making out with a stranger.
She slid down to the ground and pulled her knees up to her chest. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. She then let out a sigh, but her eyes shot open when a sudden realization washed over her: She was still too drunk to get home.
“Hey!” she called after him as she scrambled to her feet. “Colonel! You aren’t just going to leave me here, are you?! Help me get home!”
♟—The colonel halted just around the corner of the bar as she called after him, eyebrows arching then his chin dropping to his chest as he elicited an audible sigh. His hands stuffed into his pockets and gaze remained on the ground as he called back over his shoulder. “Ask one of the men inside to drive you home.”
There was certainly no way Mustang was about to walk, due to his own state of drunkenness and the colonel being paranoid to drive a car, no matter how fast he became sober, with the person he had mistaken for his Lieutenant and kissed. He would usually continue kissing a girl, but then, he’d never said Lieutenant Hawkeye’s name out loud when kissing them before.
It did take him a lot to not do it himself, the colonel’s one rule with women always being chivalry isn’t dead, but being drunk himself, he’d rather not find himself repeating the action when being well aware who it was this time. He’d rather retreat inside to his men, see who was left, and if it was Havoc then he’d make up a quick excuse.
♟Stalking his prey wasn’t usual. Mainly because of two little facts; Roy Mustang never drunk from a vein, and he’d never want to get his hands dirty. That’s one of the little reasons he had ignition gloves; to keep his hands clean and so he wouldn’t have to go anywhere near whoever’s body is was that was going to become ash. Truthfully, he held human emotion, yes. But it was hard to keep it up when surrounded by human’s almost 24/7. His own unit for instance, he’d never hurt them. But blood pumped through veins that it was shouting his name, Roy having to make an excuse and leave or send them away and pretend to be in one of his foul moods.
However. he’d had enough. Enough of going to Doctor Knox with a little story, the doctor supplying him with blood bags and watching just once to be disgusted and never want to say his name again. But still help to keep the human population up. But, enough. Colonel Roy Mustang felt like a coward that way. He’d also just had enough to deal with in the past few months; Fullmetal, Hughes’ death, the homunculi. It made him want to lash out. But he wouldn’t do that ion anyone he knew. Not deliberately, anyway.
That’s what put him where he was now, coat swinging back in the wind, plain white gloves on, ignition ones in his pocket to be ready to dispose of the body, and footsteps hidden in the darkness to follow after the unfortunate soul that had passed him first. He hadn’t seen the face. Just smelt the blood and allowed his feet to guide him.
And right now, it seemed whoever it was, was cornered. Near a door, of course. Not just stupid enough to walk down an empty alley. The colonel glided up behind the being, soundless and eyes threateningly dark with dilated pupils. He smirked as the victim slowly turned around to face them, fangs unsheathing from his gums automatically and murderous grin setting on his face to show them off from the opposite face still hidden from darkness.
“I’m not saying that they’ll understand that. But you chose to go onto this path to change that, that despite what we have done we are still capable of doing good.”
♟‘Even if they ever think I’m capable of doing good, they wont hesitate to turn on Ametris again the moment I become Fuhrer because they disagree with the notion of having someone with a terrible past full of murder leading the country..'
“In that case, I don’t believe we’ll be running into any problems. That is, unless he still has lingering emotions for that other girl.”
[ 炎 ]—
‘I’m sure he doesn’t! Havoc hasn’t seen whoever the woman was is since he moved with his job. Besides, he never used to talk about her like he does about you…’
