LilliesoftheField



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    “I kissed Edward,” Roy said, more quietly than he'd ever spoken to her before. Riza’s raised eyebrows asked a question all on their own.

    “Edward… Hertzmann? In signal corps, on the third—”

    “Elric.” The surname hung heavy between them like it had hung between so many others before them. “But thank you for trying.”

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    Roy seesaws with the idea of marriage. Riza has always been his voice of reason.

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    Edward organizes his proximity to the people in his life on a distance-time graph.

    Roy Mustang has no business being at distance zero.

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    “Do you need a boost, Fullmetal?” a deep, smarmy voice asks behind him.

    “Oh geeze,” moans Havoc from his desk nearby. “Here we go.”

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    Happy 520!

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    If this is what the bastard smells like on suppressants, then Ed can't even imagine how good he must smell normally. What would the full force of it do to Ed's body? To his psyche? It would probably feel amazing.

    Ed hopes he smells half this good to other people when he presents, but knowing his luck he'll smell like dear old dad, not that he remembers what that smells like anymore. Probably it'll be some bullshit like... like... a train car when it's way too hot out. Rancid milk. Automail oil, too, even if he gets his limbs back, because there's no way he won't be cursed with this for the rest of his life. To be fair, he fucking deserves it.

    Part of this whole thing has to be about acceptance, though, doesn't it? So, maybe he'll just... be what he is. For once.

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