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.
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29. Scars
♟Roy had watched as his hand, the one that had the faint scar of the flame alchemy transmutation symbol, placed there by himself in an attempt to kill Lust without his ignition gloves, was suddenly brought to the woman’s lips, his eyebrows arched as he watched. His hand remained in her’s, Roy too stunned to return it to his side, his eyes still on the woman, who he’d merely seen before with no other information on her like her name to use.
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Eyes widened at the sudden weight of another body on top of his own and his head flying back to hit an arm on a sofa. He stared up at the woman, his lips parted as if he was about to say something, however, words useless as they wouldn’t shift on his tongue. He cleared his throat, staying perfectly still as he looked up at the eyes above him.
‘I…Colonel Roy Mustang,-” A salute in the odd position. “-how may I help you?’
It hadn’t been her fault that she thought he was going to reach for something he shouldn’t have. Not one quick for action unless it was absolutely called for, the former lieutenant of the eight division sat on her perch atop this boyishly handsome man and tilted her head to one side, taking a good look at from since she had quite a good view with him lying there on his back like that. She poked him in the chest, fingers lightly trailing over the gold lining of his navy blue uniform.
A solider, that much was certain and it wasn’t until he spoke that she actually figured out his rank. “A little slow there, aren’t you then, Colonel Mustang? You must not be training as much. But you are a looker, I’ll give you that much.” Finally getting off the man she slapped his legs aside making room for herself to sit on the sofa she presumed belonged to him. "The name’s Yadomaru Lisa and I’m not too sure how the hell I got here.”
Even with the position they were in, he somehow attempted to back away from her as she prodded at him, eyes returned wide as he looked back up at her. His expression then turned angry, pushing her aside on the sofa more when she moved away, and rising hastily. “I train just as much as the rest of the Military! Is it because I don’t look like Major Armstrong?! Who would want someone to look like that, anyway?!”
His anger would humor most, rage clear against his head and the temptation to pick up his shirt and show her his chest strong. “It’s not my fault I’m a state alchemist, not a man with a gun! Besides, I’m clearly one of the strongest men there!” His shouting continued until his face suddenly dropped to one of confusion, eyebrows arched as he looked at her. “You’re not sure how you got here?”
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Eyes widened at the sudden weight of another body on top of his own and his head flying back to hit an arm on a sofa. He stared up at the woman, his lips parted as if he was about to say something, however, words useless as they wouldn’t shift on his tongue. He cleared his throat, staying perfectly still as he looked up at the eyes above him.
‘I…Colonel Roy Mustang,-” A salute in the odd position. “-how may I help you?’
