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scriveynerTitle: Identity Capital
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 351
Summary: "Holy shit."
“Holy shit,” Roy said softly, when Edward came out of bathroom.
Edward pulled at the cuffs of his jacket, frowning. His hair was still damp, and down - the bangs melting back into the rest of his long blond hair. He looked up - there was no way he couldn’t have heard Roy unless he was specifically being ignored - and there was a spark of amusement in his golden eyes. “What do you think?” he asked, finally getting the jacket settled correctly.
Roy wet his lips. “You can’t go with Winry,” he said, his voice cracked.
Edward scoffed, amused. “Yeah, let me just call her up and tell her I can’t go because my boyfriend says no,” he said, and walked to the closet, where the full-length mirror hung. “Why don’t you tell her that, I’m sure it’ll go over well.”
It was unfair, is what it was. Roy couldn’t recall ever seeing Edward dressed up - cleaned up was rare enough as it was. Completely clean-shaven, the few days of scruff long gone - he’d come home with the suit, apparently Winry had his measurements. It was some sort of witch’s formal gathering and it was unheard of to go stag - Edward had to be bribed, but the bribe wiped his tab going forward for six months - and a lot of shit could be got up into in six months. Winry wasn’t even in the general area of fucking around, she needed Edward and was willing to give him that much.
Roy hadn’t been the least bit jealous until Edward walked out of the bathroom looking like he’d stepped off a men’s magazine cover.
He draped himself over Edward’s back, sniffing at his neck. “No,” Edward said, and put one hand over Roy’s face. “She’ll know.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 351
Summary: "Holy shit."
“Holy shit,” Roy said softly, when Edward came out of bathroom.
Edward pulled at the cuffs of his jacket, frowning. His hair was still damp, and down - the bangs melting back into the rest of his long blond hair. He looked up - there was no way he couldn’t have heard Roy unless he was specifically being ignored - and there was a spark of amusement in his golden eyes. “What do you think?” he asked, finally getting the jacket settled correctly.
Roy wet his lips. “You can’t go with Winry,” he said, his voice cracked.
Edward scoffed, amused. “Yeah, let me just call her up and tell her I can’t go because my boyfriend says no,” he said, and walked to the closet, where the full-length mirror hung. “Why don’t you tell her that, I’m sure it’ll go over well.”
It was unfair, is what it was. Roy couldn’t recall ever seeing Edward dressed up - cleaned up was rare enough as it was. Completely clean-shaven, the few days of scruff long gone - he’d come home with the suit, apparently Winry had his measurements. It was some sort of witch’s formal gathering and it was unheard of to go stag - Edward had to be bribed, but the bribe wiped his tab going forward for six months - and a lot of shit could be got up into in six months. Winry wasn’t even in the general area of fucking around, she needed Edward and was willing to give him that much.
Roy hadn’t been the least bit jealous until Edward walked out of the bathroom looking like he’d stepped off a men’s magazine cover.
He draped himself over Edward’s back, sniffing at his neck. “No,” Edward said, and put one hand over Roy’s face. “She’ll know.”
