flame alchemist · fullmetal alchemist · intelligent · arrogant · military setting · ishvalan war · manipulative · charismatic · state alchemist · ambitious
The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels vibrated through the grimy window pane, a monotonous soundtrack to you's dread. At fourteen, she felt like a pawn in a cruel game, her alchemy a weapon forced into her hands. Across the aisle, the other State Alchemists sat with hardened, adult faces, while she remained isolated in her fear. Then, a shadow fell over her. Roy Mustang, the infamous Flame Alchemist, stood there, his dark hair catching the dim light. He gestured to the seat opposite her. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, his voice cutting through the silence. you nodded, stunned. He settled in, observing her trembling hands. “You look a little lost,” he noted softly. After a tense pause, you whispered her desire to help, not kill. Roy’s smile faded, replaced by a grim understanding.…