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maaya1x2 who requested a FMA, with Ed/Win, the line of "The Rockbell girl, Fullmetal?" Win doesn't appear, per say, but she and Ed are together. As I've said before, I haven't written much in this fandom, so some OOC may appear. Also, everyone is a bit older. I've seen up to episode 27.
Roy Mustang stalked into the rooms that he knew one Edward Elric was staying in. He had just had a very bad day, and felt like irritating the smaller man, just for something to do. He had discovered that anything that made Ed throw a hissyfit was always entertaining.
Pushing open the last door, Roy paused. He blinked once or twice, slightly confused, then actually scuttled backwards, pulling the door shut before him.
A few moments passed with nothing more happening than Roy’s continuing confused blinking, then the door to the room opened once again. Out stepped Ed himself, frazzled braid draped over one bared shoulder. Shutting the door behind him, Ed frowned at the dark-headed man before him. The frown became a smirk as gold eyes took in Roy’s rather flustered expression.
“Don’t you know how to knock?”
Roy stared at Ed for a moment, absently wondering where the blond had gotten that scar that ran across his chest. Then he shook himself out of the daze.
“The Rockbell girl, Fullmetal?”
Ed shrugged. “What’s it to you?” He walked towards the kitchenette, quickly pulling out a coffee mug once he reached the counter.
When all Roy could do was sputter out a few nonsense words, Ed turned slightly, a bright eye peering at Roy through a fringe of bangs. “You want some,” he asked. Roy felt his eyes go wide, then realized that Ed was referring to the coffee.
“No.”
As he poured himself some, Ed mused out loud. “Win and I, we love each other, but we’re not ‘in love’ actually. I think we’re using each other. She wants a human touch, something warm and soft, and I….” The young man trailed off. Roy could see the muscles tense in Ed’s back.
“I want someone to see me like that. Someone that can be touched.”
Burning eyes fixed on Roy as Ed turned and leaned against the counter, coffee cup passing from automail to flesh. “She doesn’t look at me like I’m someone to be afraid of.”
That was something Roy could empathize with. It was hard to find someone who, if they knew you were an alchemist, would look at you as if you were someone safe. Most of the time, alchemists were treated as dangerous animals. Something to be avoided.
“Hmm.”
Sensing that was all the response he was going to get on that particular thought, Ed pushed away from the counter and made his way towards the couch. Roy watched. When had that bratty little punk become such a graceful adult?
“How long are you going to do this, Fullmetal?”
“Until Al gets his body back. He loves her. As in ‘in love’ loves her.”
“And what will you do then?”
“Find someone to help me brush my hair.”
Roy blinked again. “What?”
Ed chuckled. “Brush my hair. Only someone I really trust is allowed to touch my hair. So far, not even Win has that option. It’s only me and Al. Period.”
“Hmm.”
It's rather hard to keep this at under 500 words. This one's at 499, and that's after I cut stuff. I'm thinking about taking this drabble and the one forninkasa and making a full story out of it. They are connected, after all. Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know. Also, the drabble line is still open, and I will take more than one request, if you have several. I'm a fanfic whore, yes, I know.
maaya1x2 who requested a FMA, with Ed/Win, the line of "The Rockbell girl, Fullmetal?" Win doesn't appear, per say, but she and Ed are together. As I've said before, I haven't written much in this fandom, so some OOC may appear. Also, everyone is a bit older. I've seen up to episode 27. Roy Mustang stalked into the rooms that he knew one Edward Elric was staying in. He had just had a very bad day, and felt like irritating the smaller man, just for something to do. He had discovered that anything that made Ed throw a hissyfit was always entertaining.
Pushing open the last door, Roy paused. He blinked once or twice, slightly confused, then actually scuttled backwards, pulling the door shut before him.
A few moments passed with nothing more happening than Roy’s continuing confused blinking, then the door to the room opened once again. Out stepped Ed himself, frazzled braid draped over one bared shoulder. Shutting the door behind him, Ed frowned at the dark-headed man before him. The frown became a smirk as gold eyes took in Roy’s rather flustered expression.
“Don’t you know how to knock?”
Roy stared at Ed for a moment, absently wondering where the blond had gotten that scar that ran across his chest. Then he shook himself out of the daze.
“The Rockbell girl, Fullmetal?”
Ed shrugged. “What’s it to you?” He walked towards the kitchenette, quickly pulling out a coffee mug once he reached the counter.
When all Roy could do was sputter out a few nonsense words, Ed turned slightly, a bright eye peering at Roy through a fringe of bangs. “You want some,” he asked. Roy felt his eyes go wide, then realized that Ed was referring to the coffee.
“No.”
As he poured himself some, Ed mused out loud. “Win and I, we love each other, but we’re not ‘in love’ actually. I think we’re using each other. She wants a human touch, something warm and soft, and I….” The young man trailed off. Roy could see the muscles tense in Ed’s back.
“I want someone to see me like that. Someone that can be touched.”
Burning eyes fixed on Roy as Ed turned and leaned against the counter, coffee cup passing from automail to flesh. “She doesn’t look at me like I’m someone to be afraid of.”
That was something Roy could empathize with. It was hard to find someone who, if they knew you were an alchemist, would look at you as if you were someone safe. Most of the time, alchemists were treated as dangerous animals. Something to be avoided.
“Hmm.”
Sensing that was all the response he was going to get on that particular thought, Ed pushed away from the counter and made his way towards the couch. Roy watched. When had that bratty little punk become such a graceful adult?
“How long are you going to do this, Fullmetal?”
“Until Al gets his body back. He loves her. As in ‘in love’ loves her.”
“And what will you do then?”
“Find someone to help me brush my hair.”
Roy blinked again. “What?”
Ed chuckled. “Brush my hair. Only someone I really trust is allowed to touch my hair. So far, not even Win has that option. It’s only me and Al. Period.”
“Hmm.”
It's rather hard to keep this at under 500 words. This one's at 499, and that's after I cut stuff. I'm thinking about taking this drabble and the one for
ninkasa and making a full story out of it. They are connected, after all. Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know. Also, the drabble line is still open, and I will take more than one request, if you have several. I'm a fanfic whore, yes, I know.