#willowlilted

@willowlilted​: what made you want to write roy? was there a moment where you got the feeling, or did you originally just feel like giving him a try out of the blue? 

An excellent question!

Years ago, I dabbled with writing for Roy Mustang after I finished watching Brotherhood (I want to say for the first time). Fullmetal Alchemist is full of so many amazing characters, and I honestly love the entire cast. I’ve always been drawn to characters who could use fire in some manner (Azula is another example of this, and I also briefly wrote for her). With Roy, I wanted to branch out and write someone other than a villain--my usual type. I saw a flawed character who was just doing his best, and I latched onto that.

At that time, I also considered writing for Ed, but I felt uncomfortable writing for the main protagonist. I didn’t feel like I could do him justice.

I ended up giving up on running multiple blogs back then--it was too time-consuming, and I was working on about a million other things in my personal life. So, I stuck with just my Ienzo/Zexion blog, which has gone through several revamps and hiatuses.

Then, about a year ago or so, I made this blog. Initially, it was just to write for the librarian from Hilda, and I was okay with that. But, my brain wanted to do more--that, and I wanted more people to interact with. So, I started adding characters. I had already been RPing Vanitas on Discord, so I added him. As soon as Clone Wars broke my heart into a million pieces finished, I added Ahsoka. That was enough for me.

What did it for me was two people: @baracaffe​ and @creepiitus​. Once I saw the former add Maes Hughes and Jean Havoc to their muse list, my brain demanded I add Roy to my multimuse. Then, I saw Jay appearing all over my dash on my Ienzo/Zexion blog, and that sealed the deal. I had also read the manga in full earlier in the year, so I thought, “What the hell? I’ll give it a shot.”

                      “perci ! perci listen, I have a grand idea - you will like it, I promise!”

@willowlilted​: "Alkahestry is... More spiritual than your Alchemy, from what I've learned." Keira hums then, tapping her fingers against the cover of her notebook. "An old friend used to say they were two sides of the same coin."

"Is that so?” Pen in hand, he scribbled that note down in his own notebook. The rest of the page was covered in shorthand based on the rest of their discussion. Once he finished writing, he looked back up to Keira, head tilted to the side. Her statement only created more questions he wanted answers to.

Oh! goodness gracious! such an honor, and so unexpected— too distracted, no doubt, by her own fiddling with some wild blossoms and the almost too-lovely scape before them, a quiet hillside filled only with the sound of a breeze, and the splay of their picnic nestled into the overgrown grass. but she’s pulled back with laughter and a little blush in a moment, reaching up to brush her fingertips along the petals, before straightening her shoulders and trying to look ‘dignified.’

“ a role I promise t’ take seriously, an’ not squander th’ trust of my subjects. ” the ‘proper’ tone she takes doesn’t quite register, given the ever-presence of her drawl. she beams at her companion and laughs, before quietly tucking a flower in at keira’s collar, in turn. “ what say you t’ our first matter ‘f royal business bein’ a feast? 

@willowlilted​: 🥪  from keira ^^

Nonverbal RP Starters | Currently accepting.

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse 

How could she tell he was hungry? He hadn’t said a word about it since he got here, and he certainly didn’t want to impose. But, here she was, setting down a plate of noodles in front of him. Confused, Roy glanced down at his plate, then back up at her. Well, now his stomach growled. Telling her he wasn’t hungry would be pointless.

@willowlilted​: Keira grins, dropping a handful of flowers over roy's head where he sat. "Now then, if you're going to be a grumpy goose, I'll turn you into a walking garden, hm?" 

There were flowers on his head.

A distinguished Colonel sitting outside and enjoying the afternoon sun, and he had flowers on his head. Before she spoke, Roy knew exactly who thought to do such a thing. Keira seemed to enjoy garnering these reactions out of him: pursed lips formed into a pout as he sunk into his chair.

@willowlilted​: "You're thinking too much." Flour covered fingertip taps the other's nose, leaving a white mark in it's wake. "It's bread, not mechanics." ( keira @ roy )

Dark eyes narrowed as he looked at the flour on his nose. No, he was certainly not pouting. Hands covered in flour as he frowned at the dough in front of him--no, not pouting. Baking shouldn’t be that difficult. Cooking didn’t differ too much from alchemy: rules to follow, instructions, mixing ingredients. He could do this. This was his kitchen, and he was determined to show Keira he knew how to work in it.

That plan wasn’t going terribly well.

It warms them both, then; the fondness of her recollection is so clear in the tone of her voice, the dreamy way the memory falls off her lips, Easy can’t help but to see it herself and smile back, as she plucks another tomato off the vine and nestles it in the basket at her side. her terrace garden, in all it’s glory, can’t quite compare to the farm that bore her as it’s finest fruit, but vignettes of it look the same, and stir similar sweeps of nostalgia.

“ they’re amazing, aren’t they? always thought it was incredible t’ see a flower grow so tall an’ sturdy— ‘n the way they follow the sun through it’s jaunt ‘cross th’ sky... you’ve got good reason t’ like ‘em so much. ” she reminisces a bit, herself, while mulling the question over. 

“ ...reckon I love so many, myself, it’s hard to choose...