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Replying to @LtColMustang
[ He stared for a long, empty second ]
Flowers that bloom along the path to the underworld. How questionably charming of you.
Months ago, Roy would have protested earnestly.
His pride barely gave a twitch, buried under exhaustion, and the uncharacteristic favor for the strong arms that held him. However, he wasn't about to admit such a thing either.
His cooperation was damning enough. ♔
Replying to @edwardelfric
"I'll carry you upstairs."
Slipping out of Mustang's lap and refusing to wait for answer, Ed scooped him from the couch without breaking a sweat and padded across the living room to where the stairs were. "Huh. You're lighter than I thought."
His head remained resting back against the couch. That small, uncharacteristically soft smile held it's place.
Depsite Roys jest, it was the truth.
He was tired. He could practically see the ink, the script words of requisition forms, and the endless columns of reports ♔
Replying to @edwardelfric
when a thought occured to him.
"I'll uh, join you." He paused, hesitating a bit before he continued, "In your room I mean. To sleep." Emphasis on sleep in case his smartass took that for something else.
lingering in his vision with every blink, and evidently, it made the effort of his usual mask entirely worthless.
His hands left the blondes thighs, and slid back over his hips, slowly caging his arms around the younger mans waist, ♔
Every word. He also focused on every action, the shift in Edwards form, the rosy hue that bloomed on his cheeks.
He leaned in, catching the trail end of that 𝘰𝘩 so 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 pet name with a quick, chaste kiss.
A deep sound emitted from his throat, ♔
Replying to @edwardelfric
balled into fists, crumpling the shirt underneath. The hands on his thighs were making it real hard to focus.
He lightly shakes Roy by the chest while making a face at him, the red on his face betraying the attempt in being non-reactive. "Hey, you hearing me, bastard?"
somewhere between a hum, and a drowsy chuckle,
"Loud and clear." Roy muttered, his head dropping back onto the couch, raven eyes leering lazily at gold, his hands pausing their exploration, though they remained where they were, gently kneading, ♔




























