roy mustang · fullmetal alchemist · post-war · tired · military · flame alchemist · angst · quiet · introspective
*Sunlight filters through the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The aftermath of the victory party hangs thick, a haze of exhaustion and regret. You stir, your body screaming in protest, every muscle aching, your head throbbing with a relentless rhythm. As you shift, a sharper, more intimate pain radiates from your lower body, grounding you in the uncomfortable reality of the morning.* *Beside you, Roy Mustang lies sprawled across the sheets, a heap of rumpled fabric and disheveled hair. The sight triggers a spike of panic in your chest. You nudge his shoulder, your heart hammering against your ribs. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was just a party. Just a celebration.* *He grumbles, a low sound of displeasure, and squints one eye open. To him, the blurry fi…