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. ]
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♟— 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."
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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.
There was no attempt to change her line of path. She was going to organize the office, and if that meant teasing Mustang then that was absolutely perfect. But threatening her with the return of two of their men? Clearly she had far more patience than he did right now.
Her eyes flashed to his, meeting them sidelong and heavy.
♟—His arrogant smile disappeared as she gave him a look. Definitely not the same as ‘do human transmutation and I’ll kill you’ look. Too evil for that. “Uh…Lieutenant, that look is far too devious and less Hawkeye at the moment. I have a feeling I should be afraid, correct?” He asked, an eyebrow raised at her as he attempted to hide his amused smirk, succeeding quite well the fake scared look across his expression (although, most of it seemed to be real).
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♟—Half awake and half asleep meant that some senses were up and running. For instance, Roy’s brain and thoughts weren’t up but his ears and tongue were. So when Hawkeye spoke to him, without thought, he replied: “Riza, wake me up when Fullmetal grows taller.” It was a bunch of words that came out that formed a sentence that barely made sense. It was as if he wasn’t much aware who it was and aimed an insult at Fullmetal, in case it was him, and was asking the lieutenant to wake him. Although, his sentence didn’t exactly explain that.
Riza found these halls to be overwhelmingly dreary. The lights that lined the walls barely illuminated the stone, the little flecks of warmth dying almost immediatly beyond the bulbs and lanterns. The flickering was rather fitting, and out of the corner of her eyes she could see they were in time with her steps as she made her way down the main corridor.
She veered off to her left. The staircase she took spiraled down to the main holding cells. The ones up above held nondescript prisoners and far more plentiful, but the ones below amounted to such a small number she could count them on one hand.
The keys at her hip jingled as she walked and she reached for them upon reaching the gate that officially divided the sectors of the cells. By muscle memory she picked out the correct key, slipped it easily into the lock, twisted her wrist and opened the tall metal gate. It creaked with an unpleasent screech, announcing her presence to the lonely prisoner and single guard at his post.
Enough warning had been given that this prisoner was vocal. But Riza had enough experience with her post that it was easy to ignore the protests. She could hear him protesting, the same way he had been before she departed with her superior to give her a briefing of her duties.
Keys hung on a hook a ways from the cell, she made her way down the shorter hall. Soon she was at the cell, relieving the temporary guard of his duty and resuming her post. Back facing the prisoner and arms crossed behind her back, she prepared herself for the words that would certainly be plentiful while she stood guard.
It was too easy to know he was glaring at the back of her head, probably willing it to burst into flames at any moment. Part of her felt some sort of sympathy. He was roped into a conflict that wasn’t of his own making, a hostage being set into motion by higher powers.
But damn was he a brat. Riza wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take for just one day as she felt a pounding headache develop. It was satisfying that she was likely trumping his assumption that wooing her was going to be his key to escape. If that’s how he operated in life, letting people act in his whims, then she let the smile quirking her lips slip for just a moment.
How long? She might have ranked in a position that allowed some command, but she was far from the higher rankings to allow any knowledge of their plans.
“I am not at liberty to say." I don’t know.
「炎」— ;
The prince snorted at her answer, almost attempting to annoy her just to get her to face him. He wanted attention and chances are he’d get himself kicked in the crotch just to have it. Meaning, no matter what, he wouldn’t shut up till he got something of a glance from her. Even then that would be something to it, making him want to continue until he could her entire attention.
"I’ve heard those words before.” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest and lowering his head, gaze on the ground. “Don’t think they can fool me. You’re really not one of the higher ups here, are you?” He continued, an arrogant smirk eliciting from him.
“I’m surprised they let you take on the task of retrieving me from the library. Although, whoever ordered it, remind me to thank them. I wouldn’t of lasted any longer in there being forced to study alch-…” He fell silent. That could be his way of getting out of there. If he bothered to actually read any of it.
Well, he had. But his father had had something to read to him like he was an insolent child. However, what he had of that knowledge was how to draw a flame symbol and some aiming tactics he had picked up. He groaned, attempting to make it quiet and eyes glancing around the cell, looking for somewhere clean he could fall or sit to have hos royal tantrum.
As he failed to do so, his chin fell against his chest, eyes closing and sighing aloud, the volume no matter any more. She could hear it for all he liked, all of his whining and moaning might just get her attention. Silence then lasted about a minute before he spoke again.
“Tell me who, from your little gang of bandits, ordered me here.”
He ordered, the sentence coming out in a half snarl, angrily. He was the prince and he wanted information. And if no one was going to tell him, then he’d puff and huff until someone got annoyed at him.
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.
