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scriveynerTitle: Goodbye Kiss
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Revenant
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 325
Summary: It was weird, having Mustang at his back like this.
It was weird, having Mustang at his back like this. Granted, with everything else that was going on the strange companionship that his former commanding officer offered was pretty low on the weird charts - but what was stranger even still was how comfortable Edward was with it. He hadn’t felt this comfortable with anyone except his brother, and he really didn’t know how to take that.
They had two vehicles - big old military trucks, restored to working order by the combined efforts of Joey and Alphonse. They couldn’t use alchemy to fix things faster, as the use of alchemy operated like a flare gun, drawing the dead to them faster than moths to a flame. It had taken two weeks and a lot of spare parts, but now they were running.
It was going to be a long journey north. Edward sat shotgun, a rifle in his lap having taken over the copilot position from Hawkeye. The shifts were staggered, as were the driving shifts - and this was the first time he’d be alone with Mustang since they left the camp.
He wondered if Mustang even remembered kissing him. He tried not to glance at the man, instead doing his job and keeping lookout. They’d been fortunate not to run across any major obstacles yet - but he didn’t expect their luck to hold. All the same he would steal sidelong glances at him - Roy Mustang looked like an entirely different person. His hair was no longer neatly trimmed, the ends were ragged and shaggy, and he was wearing almost a week’s worth of scruff. Edward rubbed his own chin self-consciously and resumed his watch out the window.
Maybe Mustang HAD forgotten. He didn’t want to bring it up, after all there were more important things to worry about now.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Revenant
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 325
Summary: It was weird, having Mustang at his back like this.
It was weird, having Mustang at his back like this. Granted, with everything else that was going on the strange companionship that his former commanding officer offered was pretty low on the weird charts - but what was stranger even still was how comfortable Edward was with it. He hadn’t felt this comfortable with anyone except his brother, and he really didn’t know how to take that.
They had two vehicles - big old military trucks, restored to working order by the combined efforts of Joey and Alphonse. They couldn’t use alchemy to fix things faster, as the use of alchemy operated like a flare gun, drawing the dead to them faster than moths to a flame. It had taken two weeks and a lot of spare parts, but now they were running.
It was going to be a long journey north. Edward sat shotgun, a rifle in his lap having taken over the copilot position from Hawkeye. The shifts were staggered, as were the driving shifts - and this was the first time he’d be alone with Mustang since they left the camp.
He wondered if Mustang even remembered kissing him. He tried not to glance at the man, instead doing his job and keeping lookout. They’d been fortunate not to run across any major obstacles yet - but he didn’t expect their luck to hold. All the same he would steal sidelong glances at him - Roy Mustang looked like an entirely different person. His hair was no longer neatly trimmed, the ends were ragged and shaggy, and he was wearing almost a week’s worth of scruff. Edward rubbed his own chin self-consciously and resumed his watch out the window.
Maybe Mustang HAD forgotten. He didn’t want to bring it up, after all there were more important things to worry about now.
