O P E N

「炎」— ;

‘I
hate to admit it, but I could 
use some help learning to use alchemy without with transmutation circles being written before me. That’s why I’m here.’

O P E N

「炎」— ;

♟—The colonel
swiftly turned on his heel, at an unfortunate time. The blade had struck him just above his right ab. His eyes had grown wide, staring at the face that held onto the blade. His gaze then slowly moved down to the blade, eyes barely regarding the damage and immediately thinking the worse at the sight of it. Pain suddenly struck him at the sight, falling to his knees and feeling the blade come loose to stay in the hand of the person who had hit him. His hands rushed to the wound, the wound leaking blood fast and soaking inbto his blue state military uniform. 

O P E N

「炎」—

♟—‘I still
have my scars.’

The change of topic happened fast.

'My ignition gloves
are worthless to
me with the symbol
scratched into my hand.
I feel like Solf Kimblee.’

O P E N: Vampire AU

「炎」— ;

♟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. 

O P E N

「炎」— ;

♟‘People hear the 
title 'The flame Alchemist’ and they expect a coldblooded murderer. Even if people’s opinions don’t matter, that always gets to me…' 

O P E N

{ 炎 } ~

♟‘Major Roy Mustang. 
Reporting to the Daliha District
                for orders.’

M!A: Filthy Mind: Riza 

O P E N: M!A: Flithy Mind

「炎」— ;

♟He was fairly sure
his trousers were tented. Thank God the desk was hiding him. However, that didn’t do much to hide his reddened features at his damn dirty thoughts. And, of course, it just had to be about his Lieutenant, who, unfortunately for him, was sat a meter away at a separate desk with the rest of his men.

He hadn’t thought he’d needed to satisfy himself. He never got desperate. Women were between fantasies of Riza Hawkeye, his childhood friend, of incredibly dirty thoughts about her. He had cleared his mind, and his throat rather loudly that his men had turned to glance at him through their paperwork. He ignored them and set his own head down to continue with business. And he had succeeded with clearing his mind and having the red wear off his face when his eyes suddenly drifted to Riza again. 

His hand on the center of her back, pushing her forward over his desk as he ignored the rest of his men watching, a mischievous smile on his lips. His hand then moved lower down, his fingers sliding into the folds of her- 

A clear of someone’s throat made his eyes open, now widened as he felt heat on his face and realized he elicited a moan moments before. 

O P E N

「炎」— ;

♟‘Yet I don’t hear 
you protesting…’

O P E N

{ 炎 } ~;

♟‘Hnnnng~’
Somehow the moans
are getting louder.

…And there’s a audible
sound that isn’t
made by him
beneath the moans,
making him raise
his head…

He’s going to
scream or something…

O P E N

{ 炎 } ~

♟‘It’s safe to assume
you’re not with me on this
one, then?’