Fullmetal Alchemist - Research [RoyEd]
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scriveynerTitle: research
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 330
Summary:
It was not very hard to locate the wayward alchemist - even on such a bright, beautiful, sunny spring day he was sequestered away in the musty library. Roy Mustang sighed, unsurprised, as he yanked the blinds in the research room open.
Edward did not even lift his head. He was hunched over a book at least a century old, squinting at the tiny handwritten scribble almost lost on the ancient yellowed page. If his eyes were not moving animatedly, Roy might have given the teenager up for dead.
He sighed, amused, as he looked over the room. Clearly Alphonse had been through, as the clutter and dust was not as bad as it could have been. Roy was completely convinced that Edward could read through the Apocalypse and somehow come out unscathed.
The door opened, and Roy looked up and smiled despite himself. The hulking suit if armor that contained the soul of Edward’s little brother was carrying a tray with two sandwiches on it. Good afternoon, Alphonse,” Roy said. Alphonse jerked a little in surprise, his helmet scraping across the helm.
"Colonel Mustang, I didn’t expect you to come fetch brother personally," he said. "I haven’t had a chance to ready him. "
"It’s no difficulty," Roy said smoothly. "It is far too fair a spring afternoon to stay locked away in a tiny little office, after all."
"S’not like he was doing any work anyway," Edward muttered, surprising them both. Edward lifted his head, brushing his bangs out if his eyes with the motion. "I bet Lieutenant Hawkeye’s been looking for him most of the day."
Roy smiled placatingly. “Do you really think so little of me, Fullmetal?”
"Call me little again and we’ll just see what I think of you," Edward muttered, and closed his book.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 330
Summary:
It was not very hard to locate the wayward alchemist - even on such a bright, beautiful, sunny spring day he was sequestered away in the musty library. Roy Mustang sighed, unsurprised, as he yanked the blinds in the research room open.
Edward did not even lift his head. He was hunched over a book at least a century old, squinting at the tiny handwritten scribble almost lost on the ancient yellowed page. If his eyes were not moving animatedly, Roy might have given the teenager up for dead.
He sighed, amused, as he looked over the room. Clearly Alphonse had been through, as the clutter and dust was not as bad as it could have been. Roy was completely convinced that Edward could read through the Apocalypse and somehow come out unscathed.
The door opened, and Roy looked up and smiled despite himself. The hulking suit if armor that contained the soul of Edward’s little brother was carrying a tray with two sandwiches on it. Good afternoon, Alphonse,” Roy said. Alphonse jerked a little in surprise, his helmet scraping across the helm.
"Colonel Mustang, I didn’t expect you to come fetch brother personally," he said. "I haven’t had a chance to ready him. "
"It’s no difficulty," Roy said smoothly. "It is far too fair a spring afternoon to stay locked away in a tiny little office, after all."
"S’not like he was doing any work anyway," Edward muttered, surprising them both. Edward lifted his head, brushing his bangs out if his eyes with the motion. "I bet Lieutenant Hawkeye’s been looking for him most of the day."
Roy smiled placatingly. “Do you really think so little of me, Fullmetal?”
"Call me little again and we’ll just see what I think of you," Edward muttered, and closed his book.
