#stonedeafdog

@stonedeafdog​ asked:

He’s slouched over the tables in the library , his hands aren’t shaking as they usually are , because he’s doing something that calms him. There’s a ton of finished books that contain pressed flowers sitting beside him in a neat stack while others wait to be pressed in the book he has open right now. It’s a hobby he picked up while he’s waiting for his legs to get repaired. He’s so deep in thought that he doesn’t register another coming in.

it is only when she's a few steps inside the library when she hears noises of books and pages being handled and turned.  lieutenant hawkeye looks around, for there is no one around to be seen at first glance.  quietly she follows the sound trail until she spots major roth settled at a desk in one of the most covert spots.  she doesn't mean to interrupt or pry, but the sweet scent of flowers on the table admittedly peaks her curiosity and so she approaches slowly as to not startle him.

@stonedeafdog​ asked:

He’s taking up a whole table in one of the libraries. And it looks like he’s in some kind of deep thought — there’s tons of his own books on the table , and if someone were to look in them they’d only seen a ton of floral arrangements. There’s a ton of unpressed flowers on the table as well — he’s going to press them into his book. It’s a hobby he picked up while he waited for his legs to be done — he’s so deep in thought he doesn’t realize someone else came in.

“Those’re Chrysanthemums aren’t they?” The younger alchemist sounds as he looks over the table that has been filled flowers and books in every which way the current owner of the table could manage.  He had no idea that Emil of all people kept flowers like this but he, of all people, is not the one who’s going to judge him. Maybe they held some kind of sentimental value - he didn’t know.  His own journal was filled with newspaper articles and letters that he’d kept or been given over the years. 

There was a necklace around his neck that never left since Winry gave it to him for his birthday. There so many things he held value in that others might find odd, so who was he to judge if Emil pressed flowers? 

His hand is raised and pointing at the flower in question as he asks his question - wondering if the other alchemist can even hear him. He looks so lost in thought. It’d be nice if they could have a conversation for once where they aren’t yelling at each other. 

[ late night for you, too, huh? I was just about to head out, after I drop these off. ]

@stonedeafdog​​ asked: He’s got a pain in his back that radiates everytime he moves. When he feels his partner move from bed ,  a fast metal hand moves to grab his wrist.  [ stay ] he weakly pleads.

He couldn’t sleep. Plain and simple, he couldn’t get his mind to calm down, shut up, and rest. Staring at the ceiling, the clock on the bedside table reflecting time’s persistent march forward, he realized his counting tactic wasn’t working. It happened from time to time, probably at least once every week or two if he was honest. The culprits differed---work, stress, nightmares, or merely restless energy he had no idea what to do with. Sometimes, it was a combination of all the above.

Whatever it was now, he didn’t want to bother Emil with it. He deserved to get as much sleep as possible. There was a book in the other room he could read for a while until he tired himself out. What was it about again? Something about trains. Quietly, he slipped the covers off himself, and shifted one leg off the bed.

That was as far as he got. A metal hand grabbed his wrist, and he stopped moving. One word, one weak plea from his partner, and he acquiesced. He relaxed back into bed, pulling the covers back over him before shifting closer to Emil. No doubt he struggled to fall asleep as well. How much pain was he in? Moreover, was there anything he could do to help? If neither of them could sleep, the least he could do was help alleviate pain...

An FMA OC commission! I really enjoyed drawing him!

Character belongs to @/ m_ousyy on twitter