#flamecombustion

"A bold ambition, but you'll find I am exceptionally difficult to break, and even harder to extinguish."

"I  always  knew  yo  where  jealous  of  all  the  women  trying  to  get  my  attention.  Who  would  have  known  that  you  just  wanted  mine?"  It  was  a  half-tease,  as  he  let  out  a  laugh  from  his  lips.

There's the reaction she was waiting for. The way he eyes her makes her body want to shudder but she remains poised and proper, radiating a sense of confidence that months ago hadn't existed. There were still things ahe could work on, this being one of them, as she had been trying to drop hints over wanting to try things a bit differently. But each seemed to go unnoticed, silently leaving her frustrated through she wasnt sure if it was at him for not catching on or at herself because she wasn't getting her point across to him. It was hard for her to ask for what she wanted after all. But she was trying.

Which brought her here, making her request point blank, staring him right in the face. If he didn't get it now, he never would and they were both a lost cause. But by the look in his eyes, the way his entire being seems to freeze up for a moment, Riza thinks she's finally gotten her point across. He finally understands. Watching the smirk forming on his lips, she picks her mug up to casually sit at her tea again, watching as he begins to approach. Her legs uncross, inviting him into her space, and as he speaks a smirk of her arm appears on her lips. She lets him guide her wrist to the counter to abandon her mug, and finally she speaks again, provides what she hopes will be the final nail in that damn coffin.

"A challenge? Oh, no Sir. That's an order."

It slips from her lips with zero hesitation, her intense gaze locked on his as his hands move over her thigh. As he leans closer, purring into her ear, her head tilts back the slightest bit. Her gaze narrows the slightest bit, giving a soft huff. "You're absolutely infuriating sometimes." She retorts her fingers moving to grasp at the the collar of his shirt as he squeezes at her thighs. "Then consider this me asking. Ruin me on this god damn counter before I lose my mind."

“Perhaps it would clarify what his intentions are behind joining me— us— if I simply let you on to what I know, very much thanks to Hughes’ unfinished report he meant to communicate with me the night he was murdered. Intelligence believes that Fuhrer Bradley is also a Homunculus, and he has been to Dublith specifically to try to find Greed and kill him. For what reason I do not know. It seems there is a connection between them that is problematic. Greed has said that their ‘Father’ wants him to return to him and will stop at nothing to persuade him into doing so, even if it means taking his life. He fractured himself from their ‘family’ on his own approximately one hundred years ago to accomplish his own goals— which involve obtaining anything and everything he wants, hence his avarice. Knowing what I know now about the Homunculi and this ‘Father’ figure, I don’t see why I should be suspicious of him.”

Edward froze at the information. That was. a lot, all at once. A lot, and serious accusations, if true.

Bradley, was... one of them? Bradley was a Homunculus? Edward knew the military was hardly perfect, that there was corruption in the ranks (Ishval was easy proof of that) but he'd had no idea it went that deep. That the corruption went all the way down to it's very center.

Wait-

"...No wonder the bastard stood out in the open during my certification, even if I had stabbed him he probably would'a just shaken it off!" Though it did make him wonder why Bradlye saw fit to watch those in person... Searching for people? Making sure he knows exactly what all the Alchemists are capable of? There was something there, that was for sure. ...He wondered if any of the books in the library had information Mustang could use. Unlikely. Probably anything of value was long removed. But codes existed, so maybe if he got lucky...

"Kind of a weird reaction, if that's true." And he didn't know why it wouldn't be, coming from Mustang. Prior lies about Hughes aside. "Even if he wasn't working for him, sounds like he was happy to just not get involved entirely, for or against - this 'father' guy being so obsessive about it is weird." There was definitely something strange there. Strange and important.

Edward sighed, then. Slouching and looking as frustrated as ever.

I don't know why their height difference amuses me so

Good shoulder leaning height though

"I had never liked the color gray. When you live a life where everything in the entire world around you is such a dreary shade, it's easy to dislike it. But then you broke the walls down and colors flood in, and the charcoal of your eyes was somehow the brightest thing I had ever seen. They're never just gray. There's always a spark within them. There is an ever flickering flame within them. There's a storm that clouds them when you're deep in thought. There's an intensity that never fails to draw me in and swallow me whole.

And I want nothing more than to allow it.

Your eyes are the only ones who have ever truly seen me. They pierce through every wall and curtain I throw up around myself to find me. They leave me feeling bare and exposed because they see through the cold I hide myself behind to find the true me beneath it all and pulls her out to dance and laugh under your ever adoring gaze.

Tim; I asked for no pickles...

Roy; He asked for no Pickles!

(Tim trying to get him to stop because it's fine, it's not that big a deal please please don't raise a fuss...)

Souji bit his lip, watching the play of the man's muscles and noting how deep his voice got suddenly. He knew exactly what he was doing. It was only then that he managed to move from the man's skin to his eyes, and that was a mistake. There always seemed to be a fire in Roy's eyes that smouldered hotter than the fire he snapped into reality.

He knew better... he knew he would feel unnecessarily small in front of the alchemist, and yet he didn't heed logic, something much more intense and forceful barging its way through his brain, putting everything into a fog. He was hot. Very....