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. ]
“You’re speaking like those people. You need to take that into consideration, that there are going to be people who will disagree with you being in power. We never set out to erase what we did, but to prevent it from happening again. There isn’t anyone else who is capable of keeping it that way.”
♟—Thecolonel was taken aback by her words at first, his shock then dissolving into an apologetic small smile. "Hawkeye, you certainly do know how to teach a man a lesson. You’re a natural.” He smirked, his lips gaining his arrogant smile for a short moment. “But as the commander of your unit…please don’t tell my men about this."
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4. Nose
♟Mustang chuckled as she placed a kiss on his nose, giving her his arrogant smile as soon as she pulled back and could see his face.
“Lieutenant, I know we’re in headquarters, but seeing as there’s no one else in this room with us, you could be less modest.”
He smirked, leaning closer to her and hovering his lips inches from her’s as if waiting.
Almost as soon as she had placed her kiss he was pressing on. She smirked, and retreated to return to organizing the office and clearing away the folders on her desk.
As tempting as that was, she felt he could use a little taste of his own medicine.
“Hm, nope.”
♟—The colonel stared after for a moment, then blinking and his entire expression switching to an impressed arrogant one. “Well, Lieutenant, I’d just like to make sure that that’s a definite no before Havoc and Feury return. We can’t have either of them catching us now, can we?”
God, he was arrogant. The smile was back and his arms crossed over his chest as he stepped closer to her.
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22. Punch them in the face
‘I’m fairly sure I don’t need to convince you of this, but, Lieutenant, it would make me feel better if I did rather than you just going ahead and doing it…’
“Absolutely not.”
♟—Sigh. “Why wont you punch me in the face, Hawkeye?!”
“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..'
♟‘And that’s harder than most people believe it to be, Lieutenant. But it honestly doesn’t mean anything. People tell you the simple things such as that when they don’t know what else to say. It’s not as comforting as you think..'
♟Home ambushed, no one to come to his rescue and now he was stuck in a poorly built prison cell. Not that criticizing the decor was first on his list, however, it wasn’t exactly home-y. If anyone could use alchemy, the prince of Amestris would owe them one to fix up this place. But it was more the fact that he had been kidnapped. And apparently, yelling ‘I demand to be released' wasn’t enough.
Not matter. Someone would come to retrieve him soon. But soon wasn’t going to stop his whining to the guard; the one who had also came for him at the house with three other men. Roy currently had a hard narrowed gaze set towards her, it doing absolutely nothing to the back of her head.
“You could listen to me. I am first in line to inherit the throne of Amestris.” He hissed at her through his teeth. He did keep his threats to a minimum (well, the threats of what he knew he had) because he wouldn’t be able to take more damage, the first amount being hardly anything for them to get him into the cell in the first place.
He knew how to do alchemy, the flame kind specifically, something his family had brought the knowledge of from a man. Well, more like beat him till they gave it over. Roy was forced to learn it for defense. But years of people doing his bidding and coming at his beck and call had ruined his mind, the need for alchemy decided useless to the prince. It’s easier to get someone else to do it for you.
That would be his excuse to every lesson which he could escape from. However; he needed a set of gloves. Which made the weapon even more useless.
His eyes turned back to the guard, stepping forward closer to the bar’s, he grudgingly brought his hands up to hold them, grimacing at the dirt sticking to them. “Release me immediately.” He demanded, again, in a somewhat politer tone. So far, the guard had been boring; saying nothing to him which had frustrated him more.
What first caught his eye when he had been thrown in the cell minutes before, is that they set herin charge. A was surprised by the thought of a woman coming to watch over him, thinking it was an easy pass out thanks to his charm with women. However, he was too impatient and deluded that everything revolved around him to try that just yet. It was his card.
He sighed, hands dropping from the bars and dusting together in disgust before he folded them over his chest and turned directly to her. “Answer me this. How long do you plan on keeping me here?"
"Riza had almost been dosing off. The film was incredibly interesting and captivating, but despite all of her attempts otherwise she just couldn't keep her eyes open. At first the sensation she picked up was first thought to be him nudging her to stay awake, but another brush of his fingers soon proved to be something completely different, and Riza's eyes flew open as a slight blush dusted her cheeks. "What are you /doing/?""
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♟A chuckle elicited from his throat at her reaction, his hand stilling for a moment. ‘Keeping you awake. It’s almost at the exciting scene.’ His smile couldn’t of tried to be more innocent, it suddenly dropping as he leaned in towards her ear, his voice lowering to a whisper. ‘So you should be quiet or we wont be able to hear it.’ His hand then resumed it’s movements, the pace slow and teasing. Roy Mustang was an evil man.
""Colonel." Lieutenant Hawkeye pulls the phone away from her ear, a rather exasperated expression tugging at her features. "Lieutenant Colonel Hughes is on the line.""
♟A sight elicits from him, his arm propped up on his desk and holding his chin. ‘Lieutenant, could you make an excuse for me?’ He asked, his gaze turning to her and his annoyed, serious expression switching to a sort of puppy dog eyes look.
She pulled the phone away from her ear, just a bit farther. Her expression faltered ever so slightly, then transformed into something more apologetic than exasperated. “I’m afraid he heard your voice, sir. Plus,” her palm covered the reciever, “he’s particularly insistant today.”
♟With a groan, Roy’s face hit the desk. He then sighed in annoyance, holding out his hand for the phone. 'Pass me the phone, Lieutenant.’ He pulled his head back up, another sigh eliciting in a softer way. ‘Let’s get this over quickly.’ He responded, leaning back in his chair.
