#burningflamesofhell

It wasn't like Roy had always gone out looking for a fight or had a fight looking for him at every turn. However with things behind public eye ramping up between the military and the humonculi, it was only a matter of time before something happened to any one of them. He'd made it to the gates of the military residence hall before slumping down, the pain growing unbearable, sure he'd done what he could to stop any major bleeding but he couldn't mend the broken bones or heal the bruises with his flames. Dark eyes barely opened glanced over, head lulled to the side as if he'd been resting on his own shoulder. Foot steps sounded like they were rushing over, someone calling his title and his name but it sounded faint.

It had been a quiet evening, just a few drinks with Breda at their favorite dive bar before they'd separated for the night. Though the two of them normally walked back to the dorms together, tonight Havoc just wanted to hang back a little and enjoy the cool night air over a cigarette, so he let his friend go ahead without him so that he could linger for a bit then take his time getting back.

It was late when he arrived back at the front gate, only his measured footsteps breaking the silence. Everyone else must have already gone to bed since he didn't see anyone. At least until he saw the fallen shape of a man in the shadows. Havoc's blood ran cold, but he didn't waste a second rushing over to their side to see who it was and what had happened to them, but even from a distance, he could clearly see they were badly injured. "Hey! You alright?" he called as he ran over, cigarette dropping from between his lips.

When he was close enough to see their face, however, his heart stopped. "Colonel Mustang! What the- What happened?" Havoc dropped down by his side, his face pale as wide blue eyes searched every inch of his body for injuries. There was so much blood, and the colonel looked severely weakened from either blood loss or some kind of a heavy beating he'd taken. Despite the way his heart slammed incessantly against his rib cage and his thoughts were a jumble of potential causes and what ifs, he had to keep calm and under control if he wanted to help.

Steeling himself, Havoc reached out and pressed two fingers to the side of Roy's neck to check his heartbeat. Good, he was still alive. A small comfort in the face of what could be life-threatening injuries, but it was a start. "Hey, Colonel." He tapped his cheek lightly to try to get his attention. "We gotta get you to a hospital. What happened? Did someone stab you?"

Kyo flinched from the contact, pulling the hood of his coat further over his head. He should have known better than to try to mingle with the others on such a busy night. Especially when he was a rather clumsy cat - prime example being now - wearing the booze from someone else’s glass. 

“It’s fine.” the cat chimera mutters quickly, hoping to get out of there sooner rather than later.

Chandra was a pyromancer, both in passion and profession. She was very respected as head of her family. After her father's unceremonious end. She was caught between wanting to better herself and being the Boss of the Mafia in Britain. She was a prestigious person, even though she didn't act like it most of the time.

@burningflamesofhell​ sent:  “You’re always there. I didn’t used to see it before, but I do now. Every time I’ve ever needed someone, you were there.”

“And just why do you think that is?” he smiled tenderly, a hand reaching out to brush wild strands of raven hair from Roy’s face. “I believe in you Roy, believe in what you want to do, believe in the kind of man you are. I saw it that day when we were still at the Academy, when you stood up for Heathcliff.”

For a moment his tender smile turned slightly more into a smirk. “Plus, I knew a man with as much of a soft heart as you had was going to need someone to make sure he stayed that way, and didn’t get hardened by the abuses of the world...”

Send me *knock knock* for my muse’s reaction to yours showing up at their door after being missing for two weeks. @burningflamesofhell

Two weeks. For two weeks Riza had been pushing herself, trying to find out what had happened to Roy. She left nothing unturned, nothing uninvestigated. Every lead she insisted be followed, no matter what. If no one else followed it, then she went out on her own to follow it.

But nothing. There were no results. Riza hadn’t given up, though, continuing to push herself on--at least, she had until her team had forced her to go home and take a break. It wasn’t where she wanted to be, but she was, admittedly, running on empty.

So, when she heard the knock at her door, she drug herself towards it, hoping that it was news on Roy. She’d take something, almost anything at this point. What she didn’t expect, though, was what--or rather who--was standing on the other side of the door.

Roy Mustang stood on the other side of the door, alive, mobile, and there. With a cry, Riza threw her arms around him, “Where have you been!” she demanded of him. “Are you hurt? Get inside, sit down!”

She loosened her grip enough to pull him inside, glad he was here, but not unaware that there could be danger still. After all, he had been missing for two weeks, and then just showed up on her doorstep. She made sure to lock the door behind her even as she made sure he could make it to a seat.

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This was okay... it was weird.... but it was okay... right? Why did the whole relationship thing have to be so friggin’ weird? Ed was certain he’d never get used to this bullshit, but Roy’d insisted. What was the point of just sitting on the sofa and doing what amounted to nothing? At least he’d had the presence of mind to grab a few of his research journals. That’s what he’d found himself reading through while Roy had contented himself with the blond using his lap as a pillow. 

He’d gotten lost in reading a text from Creta only to be snapped out of it by the tug of the tie being taken from his hair. “What the f...” he started, making to sit up when he caught the look in Roy’s eyes. With just that look, one that half pleaded with him to sit still and the other half commanding it, Ed laid back down with a huff. How the hell did this bastard do that??