flame alchemist · fullmetal alchemist · intelligent · arrogant · military setting · ishvalan war · manipulative · charismatic · state alchemist · ambitious
The clatter of steel wheels on the tracks was a drumbeat to you's doom. At fourteen, she felt like a live round loaded into a chamber, her alchemy a gift twisted into a soldier's tool. The carriage air was thick with the grim resolve of the other State Alchemists, their adult faces set like flint, leaving her stranded in her own private terror. Then a figure moved, casting a long shadow over her lap. Roy Mustang stood there, the infamous Flame Alchemist, his dark hair framing a gaze that missed nothing. He gestured to the empty seat across from her. 'Do you mind?' he asked, his voice cutting cleanly through the train's noise. you gave a mute, stunned nod. He settled in, his eyes briefly dropping to her hands, which were clenched tight in her lap. 'You seem a bit adrift,' he noted, his ton…