The Forked Road- Choice
Title: The Forked Road, choice
Rating: Just G
Characters: Roy and Kimbley
Note: This may or may not end up an arc of some kind, it depends if a ‘tame’ Kimbley continues to chew on my brain.
He woke to the feel of a finger running over his cheek, and warm breath brushing over his face. “Wakie wakie Flame, time to get to work.”
Only luck, and perhaps some quick reflexes, kept the pair from smacking foreheads when the dark eyed alchemist shot upright, hands already reaching for his gloves.
“Twitchy this morning are we?” The longhaired man stood back, watching the way his tent mate finally blinked into reality with a small smirk. “Though I suppose that is a good thing, wouldn’t want you to get killed out on the field now would we?”
Scowling as he recognized the cause behind his annoyance, he pointedly pulled his gloves on, making it clear that he dearly wished to use them on the source. “You shouldn’t be so happy first thing in the morning, especially not about the idea of killing people.”
“What’s this now? Do I hear the twittering of your moral dilemmas again? Why, I believe that I do!" Shaking his head as he shot the seated alchemist a mischievous glance he tugged on his undershirt. “Honestly, that crap is going to get you killed out there. You should go with me on my raid tonight, instead of heading off alone like you usually do.”
“And why would I want to do that?” Unlike the taller alchemist, he didn’t stop at the undershirt, making sure he was fully in uniform before he looked over, gauging the other man’s expression. It wasn’t the first time he’d been asked, and he’d never felt the urge to accept, but something about the tone of the man’s voice unnerved him.
“Why wouldn’t you? It’ll be beautiful you know. But, if you don’t come with me then it will just be me against the world. You’d be just fine with that, wouldn’t you?” He cocked his head, spreading his hands in a grand motion, as though unveiling some masterpiece, though the gold gaze never actually left the other man.
Ever since they’d gotten the stone, the other alchemist had started to veer away from fighting the enemy, into fighting anyone. It made him shudder to even think of what would happen if the man went wild on the field. “No, I suppose I wouldn’t.” Roy peered down at his arm, straightening the cuff of the uniform so he wouldn’t watch the way the other man was fingering the pendant hanging from his neck.
“And I had such plans too… I’ll meet you by the main tent after breakfast then. Later Flame.” With a smirk and a flick of his ponytail, the man ducked out of sight, heading out into the main encampment.
Roy Mustang couldn’t help but feel that he’d just changed something very important about the future, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what.
Rating: Just G
Characters: Roy and Kimbley
Note: This may or may not end up an arc of some kind, it depends if a ‘tame’ Kimbley continues to chew on my brain.
He woke to the feel of a finger running over his cheek, and warm breath brushing over his face. “Wakie wakie Flame, time to get to work.”
Only luck, and perhaps some quick reflexes, kept the pair from smacking foreheads when the dark eyed alchemist shot upright, hands already reaching for his gloves.
“Twitchy this morning are we?” The longhaired man stood back, watching the way his tent mate finally blinked into reality with a small smirk. “Though I suppose that is a good thing, wouldn’t want you to get killed out on the field now would we?”
Scowling as he recognized the cause behind his annoyance, he pointedly pulled his gloves on, making it clear that he dearly wished to use them on the source. “You shouldn’t be so happy first thing in the morning, especially not about the idea of killing people.”
“What’s this now? Do I hear the twittering of your moral dilemmas again? Why, I believe that I do!" Shaking his head as he shot the seated alchemist a mischievous glance he tugged on his undershirt. “Honestly, that crap is going to get you killed out there. You should go with me on my raid tonight, instead of heading off alone like you usually do.”
“And why would I want to do that?” Unlike the taller alchemist, he didn’t stop at the undershirt, making sure he was fully in uniform before he looked over, gauging the other man’s expression. It wasn’t the first time he’d been asked, and he’d never felt the urge to accept, but something about the tone of the man’s voice unnerved him.
“Why wouldn’t you? It’ll be beautiful you know. But, if you don’t come with me then it will just be me against the world. You’d be just fine with that, wouldn’t you?” He cocked his head, spreading his hands in a grand motion, as though unveiling some masterpiece, though the gold gaze never actually left the other man.
Ever since they’d gotten the stone, the other alchemist had started to veer away from fighting the enemy, into fighting anyone. It made him shudder to even think of what would happen if the man went wild on the field. “No, I suppose I wouldn’t.” Roy peered down at his arm, straightening the cuff of the uniform so he wouldn’t watch the way the other man was fingering the pendant hanging from his neck.
“And I had such plans too… I’ll meet you by the main tent after breakfast then. Later Flame.” With a smirk and a flick of his ponytail, the man ducked out of sight, heading out into the main encampment.
Roy Mustang couldn’t help but feel that he’d just changed something very important about the future, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what.