PTSD headcanons: Ed Elric & Roy Mustang
this is why i shouldn’t be allowed to message tierfal at 4am.
Roy smelling burning meat and running and throwing up and throwing up. He comes back and expects Ed to make some wiseass comment but Ed has gone w h i t e and hands him a handkerchief without saying anything. He hasn’t moved a step.
Ed Elric being the only fifteen year old Roy’s ever seen with that bad a case of a thousand-yard stare and he’s see Ishval refugee children in the slums. Alphonse just goes Brother really quietly and brings him back when his eyes have gone glassy and he’s spacing out. Most of the time, it works.
Ed having fits where they find him shaking somewhere from a panic attack. You can tell even if you didn’t see him have it. He’s always a bit too loud afterwards, a bit too cheerful. He’s laughing but his hands are shaking. Roy sees this and frowns. Ed notices, glares and shoves his hands back in his pockets.
Roy’s habit of drumming his fingers is a PTSD tich. He breathes in and out to it.
Roy falling asleep at his desk is something everyone else thinks is funny but it’s because nightmares & insomnia happen after dark.
Him and Ed running into each other in the Central HQ canteen at 5am as it opens. Ed’s forgotten his change to pay for the coffee. Roy pays for it and then they sit in silence drinking it at 5am alone in this huge empty echoing canteen. One of the staff drops a platter. Roy throws them both under the nearest table. Ed spends the next forty minutes coaxing him back out. They never acknowledge it happened.
The military are given compulsory psychiatric evals and Ed Elric’s notes literally scream do not send him into the field because they’re too fine. It’s almost as though Ed has realised how to play someone ‘normal’ and goes in and plays it and comes back out again. Roy knows because they use the same phrases on his.
Roy’s desk is where it is because he has the best sightline to the exit. Riza moved it there for him on the first day.
Roy doesn’t ever take one night stands home. He goes to theirs and leaves straight after. He could wake up attacking them in his sleep. It’s happened before.
Roy has a bag of clothes + essentials by the door in case he has to grab and run. It makes him feel safer.
Roy anonymously donates a portion of his pay to Ishvalan refugee charities.
Ed has to work oil into his skin most nights. Scar tissue doesn’t grow.
Roy knowing Ed probably does this purely because he knows too much about scar tissue.
Ed doesn’t complain. He doesn’t think it’s fair. He got the better deal, out of the two of them.
Ed follows women with long brunette hair down the street in Central sometimes. He knows it’s irrational. He still does it.
Ed suffers from anger/grief bursts (where out of the blue you get a sudden resurfacing of very intense anger or grief as a result of suppression). A lot of Ed’s hotheadness makes sense if you think of him as basically having a very prolonged case of that. Suppression makes it worse. Suppression is why it exists.
One time, Roy goes, “don’t you have any friends your own age, kid?”
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