#flameofishval

I'm so sorry it's late, but this is a gift for my FMA Secret Santa, flameofishval!

You said in one of your answers that you think Col. Mustang's greatest gift would be spending time with people he cared about, so I tried my best.

I really hope you like it ;u;

Your Muse Spots Mine get Slapped Across the face hard by Another, Put “OH HELL NO!” In my Ask box for my Muse’s reaction to seeing Your’s storm over and Intervene…Bonus Points if you can include what they do to the other for hitting my Muse

Being what she was, an Ishvalan, meant that encounters like this were sadly not very rare. People saw her eyes and either avoided her like the plague or made it very clear that they didn't want her around- not in whatever city she happened to be in at the time, and certainly not in their country. The group of men that had caught her on her way back to her campsite happened to be the latter, the three of them at first simply yelling obscenities and then tailing her as she tried to get away before finally grabbing her and forcing her to stop. She spat in the fact of the one that'd grabbed her arm which, in turn, led to him slapping her so hard that her head snapped violently to the side and one of her teeth caught the bottom corner of her lower lip, causing it to being bleeding somewhat.

And then there was a new voice and the hand that'd been so tightly gripping her arm was gone and she caught sight of a familiar blue uniform. Military. Just great. Wiping at the bit of blood on her lower lip with the back of her hand she did her best to try and keep her eyes hidden from him- he probably only intervened because he didn't realize what she was, but those three were likely to change that and then... she didn't really want to think of what might happen then.