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......yea man i'm still over at my main oc @scrrface ... and i feel like that won't change anytime soon. catch me there if you want to write ♡
Would you ever consider marrying Riza, Roy??
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once the door is closed, phone is left to sit in lap as she brings palms up to her face in the dim car. a second passed before she dragged both hands down along her face, exhaustion and fatigue having kicked in now that she was finally sitting. another second passed before her hands picked up the phone as she heard the driver’s door open. the pair fell into silence with eyes locked on her phone, scrolling passed red ‘closed’ shops, shops too out of the way... but this trance was broken by roy unexpectedly speaking.
❛❛ ... ❜❜ it wasn’t until his second set of words that she looked up from her phone and over at him. ❛❛ um... ❜❜ came her eloquent reply before looking back down. ❛❛ ah. here we go. open twenty-four hours... three point seven rating... the food doesn’t look like much, but it’s better than waitin’ for somethin’ t’ open. ❜❜ tapping at her phone while talking, and once she finished, a new voice took her place. loud and monotone as a woman said things like ‘turn right on–’, ‘continue on–’, and ‘in a quarter mile–’ while fumi held her phone for roy to see the screen alongside the voice giving directions. their silence was filled by this until a loud ‘your destination is on the left’, and the phone was picked up to silence the voice. it was only when silence hung after the engine was turned off, and she had unbuckled her seat belt, that...
❛❛ um. ❜❜ hands move in front of herself, ❛❛ i don’t know if you’re being cordial or amicable—... but... ❜❜ then awkwardly stopped in the air. finally, after the car ride, she looked at the male again. ❛❛ but you need to protect your morality, roy. this—... tonight—... ❜❜ she looks away with low brows while scrambling for the words and looks back towards him once they come to her.
❛❛ i’m a disgustingly nefarious bastard. that’s not self-depreciation; it’s just a fact that if there’s ‘good’ and ‘bad’, then i’m a bad person. and what you’re offering is— ❜❜ a pause as a hand went up to rest on his shoulder. ❛❛ that kind of help should be offered to a ‘good’ person. someone who can’t bring themselves to ‘pull the trigger’, or... ❜❜ she smiles, leans in, and whispers: ❛❛ someone who loses their appetite after seeing such gore. not someone who can stuff their gob and peacefully go to sleep after such. ❜❜ face softens once she’s done, and quickly she removes her hand from touching him.
❛❛ ...and—... i know you don’t want to hear advice from someone like that, but. i think... you should be yourself more. because i’ve found in life that people love a guard dog or attack dog, but once that ‘thrill’ wears off, and things calm down, then all you are is a mangy mutt being told to ‘stop!’ and ‘no!’. life isn’t constant chaos and drama, so people—especially boring people like me—don’t always need someone to guard them or attack for them... so... ❜❜ looking away, then down, before looking back over at him.
❛❛ just be yourself and the people who still want you around... without getting blood on your hands or putting a burden on yourself... the people who want to be around you in boring mundane situations will eventually—yanno—appear ‘n’ shit. ❜❜ a slight smile was joined by a slight shrug before the passenger door was opened. once she stepped out and shut the door behind herself, fumi made her way into the restaurant with her phone in hand.
questionable words find their way to him --- laced by one of the most notorious of bitternesses --- the devaluation of the self. admittedly, caught off guard, hues blink upwards to flash their light astonishment. the beat of a second, debating with his very own self --- eyes falling shut, accompanied by a sigh. when they open anew, his brows stretch into a frown, pushing his car door, to follow. both of their hands were coloured in the same sin --- no denial and no grave could have buried such or soften the blow of admitting such fault. the militaries' weapon --- shaped into the silhouette of a human --- fuelled by an ambition just as unholy. and if he had not felt the traces of relief seeping into his tense shoulders --- perhaps, he would have spoiled the mood with little remorse.
perching on a seat across her --- empty, buzzing electronics and freezers filling the quietude. debating morality with roy mustang equalled his instant defeat --- a killer argument, he is unarmed --- " 'good' people do not think about how to pull any triggers. they don't put themselves into those situations. i'd be useless. " a word he despised, repulsed, hated. what worse could one's purpose become than without any use to neither himself nor others ? roy crosses his legs, then his arms in front of his chest --- playfulness gradually drowning out in the silhouette of melting neon, dancing on the polished surfaces. " people aren't just good or bad, right ? excluding human weapons for the military, that is. " amusement flickers over countenance alike thrown shadows under yellow street lights --- bordering a bitterly humorous statement. don't pity him --- he's chosen carefully. or so he thinks. so he has to think, to keep it going. good or bad --- he had lost his rights to ascribe anyone with such adjectives a long time ago. what morality ? that had been the toll, forced to pay. " playing a game of enemies and friends, doesn't leave any space to be myself anymore than i can be, right now. " it is shared in good confidence --- in the rarity of trust --- in the wrong hands far too easy, to be transformed into a dagger. " and my offer was genuine. favours go both ways, after all. so, next time you'll pay. " small smirk tugs on the corner of lips, symbolism reflecting his words, two sides of the same coin --- albeit leaving enough room for no pressure to build, despite seeing little gaps in very own logic. of course. immortal confidence --- his tool of survival, his own right hand.
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the government overthrow at the end of FMA:B is funny bc, like, a lot of people thought Roy was rlly dumb and shallow, which he made sure of on purpose, so to the majority of soldiers it’s kind of like abruptly getting caught up in a coup thrown by Elle Woods from legally blonde
"Now get focused, there's too much at stake. You need to be thinking about saving this country."
How do you feel about Edward, Roy?? Annoying brat or do you respect him a little?
his brow quirks up. tilting the fountain pen between his fingers, to momentarily pause his work. a veil of uncertainty conceals features --- rather than giving the answer for him, he prefers his words to. in diplomatic relations, that is.
no longer than a heartbeat, a sharpened gaze lays itself to rest upon a countenance --- flashing the hints of irritation simmering. how surprising, colonel. " he is a state alchemist. i respect everyone, who fights for this country as much as their title and their actions allow me to. " in other words --- rather ambiguous, to truly speculate on more than such. had you expected anything else ? " i certainly will not treat him like a child, unless he behaves like one. " the irony in his statement rings with an amusement, he bites back. no need ! no need.
roy and me are wishing y'all happy mother's day for everyone who celebrates it < 3 i spent the morning hunting down the best florist and i'm convinced he would have gotten his mum an equal bouquet he loves his flowers after all !!
i'm currently doing spring cleaning & writing on my og oc ( @scrrface ) come say hi if you're interested in longer, literate interactions !!! i will clear and finish all my drafts on here by the weekend .
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@ofhardknoxxx sent ⤻ "Thought you’d never show." ( accepting )
it borders a provocation to ridicule . a thoughtless rather cheap statement that is thrown his way --- like the bone to a dog . the colonel pulls his overcoat firmly , gloved fingers curling . he will allow himself the engagement , if it is already offered --- within a distance grand enough for him to unleash a dance of fire . and indeed , such choice would have suited him much more , would have appealed to his tactical mind in utmost satisfaction .
instead --- he pushes the eagerness with as much vigor , as it asked of him --- redirecting it into his words . " you should be mindful . boasting will dig you a deeper hole , than you are surely willing to dwell in . now , explain yourself at once . " lacking the heat within his ribcage , infused by an offended , calculated coldness rather . it had , once again fallen into his responsibility to cast light into the shadows of an most alarming rumour to have gathered the military's attention . and roy mustang delivers --- with very little scruple of its cost and even less consideration for its sacrifice . he has learned such lesson early enough in his naive life --- to ensure it to never repeat itself in such pathetic manner again .
noelle had spoken more to herself in recognition than to him. . . so when he stops , she realizes that he heard her. lips press into a thin line , her awareness sharp && dry like her throat. without another second of hesitation , the heels of her worn leather boots click together. her spine straightens. whitlock's right hand snaps up to her temple in a sharp salute. if she were any tighter wound , she would break.
❝ my apologies , colonel mustang sir ! my name is noelle whitlock , i am the surgestorm alchemist -- i was transferred from southern command. i was told to seek you out. . . ❞ her voice fizzles near the end -- lacking the clear , clipped tone she started with. even with her unruly beginnings in central command , that display of raw unbridled power had caught the eye of führer king bradley. something she still considers a miracle. once accepted into the state alchemist program , noelle realized she had to do whatever it took to keep her position. the difference between then && now is that she has something to lose. the blonde had already been scandalized in south city. using a former aerugonian as a weapon didn't exactly bode well -- not for someone seen as a traitor to her homeland , not for someone barely fourteen. not for a child. noelle had cracked under pressure once already. she'd be damned if it happened again. her overly solicitous nature clings like a second skin , desperate to be of use to the colonel , desperate to be accepted. if she can establish herself early on as respectful , dependable -- then maybe , maybe , she can still accomplish the goal she set for herself all those years ago.
in his haste --- it must have slipped his mind and for a moment , the colonel reconsiders , reorganises the thoughts within his mind to establish the severity of his forgetfulness . it is , after careful consideration naught to be the case --- thus , he allows himself a sharper frown in mustering noelle's appearance . " huh . state alchemists these days surely seem to get younger . i hope you won't cause as much mischief as the other , then . " roy mustang turns on the heel of his boot , fully facing his new acquaintance . truly , it showed itself to be wonderous --- the abilities of such accomplished alchemists despite their age --- and indeed , it neither worried nor disturbed the colonel any more than his own actions had . perhaps , he starts to see the sweet , twisted truth --- prior refusingly denied --- to rid himself of all such triviality ; as hughes had called it , in their old days of a war , refusing to expire . surely , an addition to the colonel's very own command had the sole advantage of strengthening his grip on ending the ridicule of bradley's despised rule . this man does not forget --- and even rarer , forgive . within his very own spirit , it lights itself in a celebratory flame of eternity --- the fuel and power to last him through the most wicked storms and finally , bring him to his end goal . how could he achieve such , if his gloved hand did not carry itself with an infused ruthlessness ?
he should have smiled really , while answering . instead , his stern countenance remains , " we should continue this conversation in my office . i'm afraid , i haven't had the time to be notified of your arrival . " the colonel turns back from whence he came , leaving the door open for them to follow him before , in decidedly firm steps --- the male perches himself on his seat . legs crossed , an elbow propped upon the wooden surface . it did not suit nor resemble him , to cut such deliberate a corner --- to entirely miss such opportunity , for an addition to his force . but perhaps , such thought was too premature , to be considered . so , instead the colonel treads this path with light weight --- " why did you join the military ? " for such young a person , it deemed itself to be a grotesque , gruesome task --- of that he was surely convinced . were her reasons just as grave , to justify such choice ?
@wildcharqe sent ⤻ "I’ve been looking for you." ( accepting )
the pile of paper on his desk seemed to multiply by the hour , that even deliberate speed could not adequately diminish . in an attempt , to regain his fragments of lost concentration , the colonel raised from his seat and excused himself . within the stark light , flooding the hallway --- roy clears his throat , rolling tense shoulders to release an accumulation built through years . it is only when a voice cuts through the acquainted quietude , usually accompanying the colonel --- that he sharply halts .
half of his body turns to trail the voice until he spots an unfamiliar face . the exhaustion is stretching itself thin , upon his countenance . but he shelves it , shoves it back to the corner it dared to escaped from . he blinks , mustering them for the fragment of a second , gathering his perception to sharpen anew before giving his response . " yes ? how can i be of help ? "
i'll clear and finish all remaining recent things i owe today in a little while. gotta keep myself busy --- if i catch any recently reblogged prompts from any mutuals, i'll send some !
I call this the create a new problem technique
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@mortsan sent ⤻ "So, you're the backup?" ( accepting )
in his very own amusement , an astonished frown cocks his brows upwards and for such rare occasion , he refuses to bite down the urge of airing such sentiment out . his tact walks the fine border of playfulness , rather than to attack or play into offense . such fault did not lie close enough despite his spirited nature --- in moments of peril however , choleric temper could be a vice , enough to decide entire wars .
his fingers hook themselves underneath his gloves , pulling them tightly into place --- digits brushing over the fabric . " i doubt you know who you are speaking to , if you consider me a mere backup . " it is a rather delicious shrug of own star - covered shoulders , a taste of smugness he would choose to indulge in . to his own content , his smirk grew wider by the inch . eyeing --- no --- mustering the other with a singular glance , as if to assess the value of their word .
@equalchange sent ⤻ “You’ve got something on your cheek.” - riza . . . ( accepting )
his brows shoot up , very much in service of eager curiosity and perhaps the very rare occurence of his lieutenant's sharp perception to point out such a triviality . in the midsts of work , scattered paper to be combed through . on some days , it chases roy into his dreams until the jet black ink becomes fluid once more , drowning held page and his vision altogether . yes , it should have been a quiet minute , dedicated to eating lunch . he's settled on a compromise ( always decided in haste with himself almost recklessly but never with others ) , splitting up the remains of a small plate of spinach quiche .
his eyes don't leave the material laid in front of him once , until hawkeye's voice suddenly pulls him out of his tunneled attention . and even then --- his response takes the form of a questioning hum . it is truly out of the question , for the colonel not to have listened . he simply deems it an unimportance not worthy enough , to disrupt his work in this very moment . cutting corners under pressure .
