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becauase i'm dreading going to class and making the practical this afternoon. i want it to be the weekend.
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Then copy & paste this in your journal so that I may leave a word
becauase i'm dreading going to class and making the practical this afternoon. i want it to be the weekend.
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Date: 2010-04-24 02:33 am (UTC)Bonding
Date: 2010-04-24 02:43 am (UTC)Now Connor was absolutely thrilled he had done so. Who knew his father could be a giddy, gushing dork? Angel was absolutely captivated by Swan Lake. Even before the ballet started, he was like a vampire left alone in the blood bank as he explained all the hand movements and what they meant and went over all the pertinent details of the plot.
Watching the ethereal ballerinas spin and leap across the stage, Connor had to admit it was possible Angel had a point. This was beautiful. The question was did he confess that he liked it or did he keep up his pain in the ass son routine just a little longer?
Re: Bonding
Date: 2010-04-24 02:46 am (UTC)Re: Bonding
Date: 2010-04-24 02:58 am (UTC)Everyday Bravery
Date: 2010-04-24 03:02 am (UTC)All she knew about her nephew was that he was very bright – parents always exaggerated that right? Could he be reading alchemy books already – wild as they came, taking off into the woods whenever his mother’s back had been turned. Attempts to make him yield to reason had met with utter failure and tantrums worthy of being put into a record book according to her brother but Chris knew he had been soft. What the hell could she do with a temperamental demon child that she only knew from photographs?
Chris could sweet talk information out of anyone, could face down a belligerent drunk, cross a border to do what she needed to for a client and everyone thought her daring for doing so. That was nothing. She lacked the bravery to become this boy’s mother. Taking on a child terrified her. What if she failed him? She would be an awful mother. Yes, she guided other talented young people, molded them into intelligence gatherers like herself but they were all older. Roy was six. What did she know about six year old boys? She ran a bar for fuck’s sake.
A female soldier had her arms around Roy, holding him close as she brought him to meet Chris. Almond-shaped eyes, far too old and deep for his age, regarded her intensely. Chris had lost her brother but this child had lost his parents. He didn’t know her but he didn’t seem afraid. She could hardly be less brave than him.
She brushed his raven hair back out of those eyes. “It’s going to be all right son.”
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Date: 2010-04-24 04:37 am (UTC)Re: Everyday Bravery
Date: 2010-04-24 04:28 pm (UTC)Re: Everyday Bravery
Date: 2010-04-24 06:19 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it
Not As Expected
Date: 2010-04-25 02:37 am (UTC)Roy grinned, still half asleep. Something soft snuggled between his legs, brushing against the naked skin of his thighs. That felt amazing. This was the way to wake up, with his lover’s head there. “Mmm, Riza,” he mumbled, his hips relaxing, his legs yielding to the slight pressure against them. Sex in the morning, what man protested that? Those parts weren’t quite awake yet, but Riza would remedy that quickly since she was obviously in the mood.
As she brushed his crotch, her warm wet tongue lathed the side of his knee. “More, Riza,” Roy sighed, reaching down to stroke her hair. Instead of Riza’s silky locks, his fingers encountered something distinctly fuzzy.
Roy’s eyes opened wide as he levered himself up in bed. Hayate was between his legs, licking Roy’s knee like it was dinner while his tail wagged against Roy’s boxers. Worse, Riza stood in the doorway staring at him. Her pale blue nightgown clung to every curve. Why was she not in bed and the dog was? He felt the tips of his ears burn.
“Roy, just how long do you think my tongue is?”
Emotional Firestorm
Date: 2010-04-25 03:57 am (UTC)What he was even more ill-prepared for were Hawkeye’s actions, the lengths she went to, to stop Mustang. For a breathless moment, Ed thought she would kill the bastard and he couldn’t imagine that happening. He found them, Hawkeye with her gun to the back of Mustang’s head and Mustang still intent on killing the larval Envy he held in his hands.
How could she do that? It would be like him holding his transmutated blade arm to Winry’s throat. Even he had heard the whispers about these two, knew Hawkeye was the hostage Bradley had taken to control Mustang. As she held the gun on Mustang, Ed saw the extreme pain and fear in her eyes, an endless pool of sadness.
Ed got Envy away from Mustang but things didn’t change. Trepidation pooled in Ed’s belly, even as he bellowed out threats to Mustang. In this state, he could easily lose to the more experienced alchemist. Hawkeye might shoot Mustang before anything could happen, unacceptable. Ed’s mind worked feverishly, trying to come up with a way to knock Mustang out before Hawkeye pulled the trigger. Finally, Mustang yielded to her, the two of them puddling on the floor, drained. Ed never wanted to see that much raw emotion ever again.
Re: Emotional Firestorm
Date: 2010-04-25 04:42 am (UTC)Re: Emotional Firestorm
Date: 2010-04-25 04:51 am (UTC)now you know why i needed all that info
Re: Emotional Firestorm
Date: 2010-04-25 02:03 pm (UTC)Re: Emotional Firestorm
Date: 2010-04-25 04:34 pm (UTC)for argument's sake
Date: 2010-04-29 02:16 am (UTC)“Since you’ve been gone,” Fuery said, fiddling with the reel-to-reel. Riza wondered if he was trying to record the inanity for prosperity.
Al’s faceplate canted toward her. “First they were arguing over which army was stronger, Ancient Xerxes or Ancient Xing. I have no idea why then they were arguing whether or not my ability to attract cats meant I have a good heart while Ed’s ability to end up under any dog who sees him means animals are reacting to his wickedness. Now they’re on to who’s more intelligent.”
”Lieutenant Colonel Hughes is on Mustang’s line, adding to the argument,” Fuery said.
Riza covered her eyes. “Oh, god.”
“I can tell you, I’m not the smartest. I have no idea what they’re talking about,” Havoc said.
“I doubt they do either.” Riza stalked into the room, leaning on the door frame. Ed and Roy didn’t even seem to notice her.
“I could do alchemy at age five,” Ed shouted.
“I was four.” Roy smirked.
“You’re so full of shit, you could be a public toilet.” Ed rolled his eyes. “Al will back me up. Where’s your proof?”
“My mom saw it. I made her a flower vase.”
“Call her up and let’s hear her tell me.”
“I lost my mom about the same age Al did,” Roy replied.
Ed’s face reddened. “Yeah, well, Teacher said I was the brightest student she ever had.”
“As did mine,” Roy replied over Al’s ‘She did not!’.
”When did he ever say that, Roy?” Riza asked, nearly startling them both out of their chairs.
“I’m sure he did,” Roy protested, a hint of pink in his cheeks.
“See? Lieutenant Hawkeye works with you every day and she knows you’re an idiot.”
“I know he has better things to do than his work, or so I assume since he always finds other things to do.” Riza shot Roy a cutting look and he tried to appear innocent. “Let me settle this inane argument. Answer this question, a woman is mad at you but you have no idea why. However, you know if you don’t make things right you are going to get hurt.” Riza fingered the pistol butt. “What do you do?”
Ed snorted at her. “That’s easy. How could I not know what I did wrong?”
Roy laughed. “He’s too young for that one, Hawkeye. Wait until his voice stops cracking.”
“My voice does not crack,” Ed huffed.
“Yes, it does,” Al called in, still obviously having fun eavesdropping.
Roy picked up the receiver off his desk top. “Hughes, get off the line. I need to call a florist and a day spa and let a few choice shops in town know it’s okay to charge my account…Hmm?” He held out the phone. “He has something to say to you, Edward.”
Ed listened, his scowl deepening. “I am not naïve.” He slammed the phone done then studied Riza. “Why would Colonel Shit’s dumb answer be right?”
“Because you’ve got a woman mad at you right now and you don’t realize it, Fullmetal,” Roy replied.
“Huh?”
Riza wondered if Edward even registered her as female or just as a soldier. “Sorry, Edward. You still have a few things to learn,” she said and he frowned.
“Don’t just sit in my office and sulk, Edward.”
“I’m not sulking. That was a dumb unfair question.”
“You’re in for many long, cold nights and bouquets of bruises when you finally get old enough to ask a girl out without having to stand on a box to look her in the eye.” Roy smirked. Riza could have slapped him.
Ed turned red, his body shaking, giving the impression of a volcanic cone just before eruption. Riza scooted out of the room before the vitriol could really start spewing. She slammed the office door shut then rubbed her forehead.
“Sorry Lieutenant Hawkeye,” AL said. “I know he shouldn’t, and he’d never admit it, but Brother loves hating the Colonel. I think he secretly looks forward to these arguments.”
Riza slumped down at her desk. “I have no doubt. Havoc, do you have any headache powder?”
Havoc reached into his desk then tossed her the packet.
“Alphonse, if anyone asks, you’re the smartest,” she said. Riza could have sworn his metal face smiled.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Devil's Deal
Date: 2010-04-30 04:59 am (UTC)“Why?”
“Because I’ve seen how you cheat at poker. You have tricks to teach.”
Allen sat back, templing his fingers. “But why would I want to teach you?”
“Maybe I want to play strip poker with Lenalee.” Lavi smirked, suggesting it just to get under Allen’s skin. It was so easy. The younger exorcist went red to his snowy hairline as he glared.
“Lenalee would never play that.”
“No, but she’s my type,” Lavi sighed, meaning that. The old panda would kill him if he knew the attachments Lavi was building with his fellow exorcists.
Allen snorted. “You said that about Eliade, too.”
Lavi remembered the curves on her. Damn, what a waste. “I don’t have a cursed eye. She just looked like a beautiful woman to me.”
“Nothing like Lenalee,” Allen grumbled. “Beginning to think everyone’s your type.”
Lavi leaned on the table, closing the distance between them. “Why set limits?”
Allen planted one hand on Lavi’s face, pushing him back. “Like you have a chance. Just eat.”
Lavi obeyed, wondering if Allen would live long enough to not die a virgin at fifteen, provided, of course, Allen was one. He acted like one. Hell, for that matter would he himself live long enough to lose his own? Old Panda had him on such a short leash, always on him to not make attachments, it was hard to make a friend let a lone a lover; not that he’d ever confess to his sad state of affairs. “Come on, teach me how to really play cards. I was just joking abut strip poker.”
“Oh, I know. Komui would kill you before you got the strap off your hammer.” Al chuckled at the mental image.
Lavi snorted. “Teach me to play cards.”
“What are you willing to bet?” The evil grin passing over Allen’s face made Lavi shudder.
“With you, nothing. I’d be better off agreeing to a price ahead of time.”
Allen grabbed the remains of Lavi’s sandwich. “Smart. Let me think of what I want.”
So this is what making a deal with the devil felt like.
Improper Heating
Date: 2010-05-01 02:01 am (UTC)Roy didn’t even look up from his studies. “Not if you’re going to refer to me like that.”
“In what way was it wrong?”
“I’m not maintenance, for one, and I’m not a boy.”
“Roy, it’s too frigging cold in here for you to be a dick,” Maes scowled. “Fix the radiator.”
“I’ve put a call in to maintenance.” Roy flipped a page. “They told me we’re sixth on the list tonight.”
”Great, we’ll freeze by then.” Maes stalked over to Roy’s desk. “Why can’t you fix it?”
“Hughes, can’t you see I’m studying?” Roy pointed to his book. “I need to know what’s broken in order to figure out how to use alchemy to fix it. Alchemy is science, not magic.”
“Couldn’t prove it by me,” Maes grumbled.
“When maintenance fixes it, I’ll see how and can fix it when it breaks again, now shush.”
“Some help you are.” Maes scowled, watching Roy go right back to his studies. Maes put both hands on the book, leaning in. He kissed Roy awkwardly from this angle.
Roy jumped. “What the hell, Maes?”
“I’m cold and I know just how to keep warm,” Maes smirked.
“I’m studying.” Roy pried Maes’s fingers off his book.
Maes kissed him again. This time Roy returned it. “Who cares, Roy?”
“Maintenance is coming.”
“We’re sixth. They’re still on number two, no doubt.” Maes caught Roy under the arms, lifting him away from the desk. “You know how slow they are.”
“It’ll smell funny when they get here.” Roy relaxed against Maes’s chest.
“We’ll open a window. Like it could get colder in here,” Maes replied, his hand moving south of Roy’s waistband. Roy yielded, having no arguments left.
Re: Devil's Deal
Date: 2010-05-03 04:47 am (UTC)Re: Devil's Deal
Date: 2010-05-03 04:49 am (UTC)Winter Maneuvers
Date: 2010-05-10 02:42 am (UTC)“My sister specially requested both investigations and your command to come now,” Armstrong said, his jacket looking a bit too small to contain him.
“Lucky us.” Maes stomped his feet, glaring up at the snowy tree tops.
“This is going to stink,” Havoc said, trying to light his cigarette without taking off his gloves.
“Lieutenant Havoc, do you think filling this pristine air, and your lungs, with that nasty smoke is in your best interests?” General Armstrong barked as she stalked up with Riza and Miles. Roy wondered what Riza could have been talking to Olivia about but knew it probably boded ill for him.
Havoc nearly swallowed his cigarette. “No, ma’am.”
“You should just give me that pack of cigarettes now. Unless you want us to use the smell to track you.” Olivia grinned and he handed it over. “We’re going to start our training on top of Mount Etna.” She pointed to the hill. “Let’s get moving.”
“The hike isn’t the training?” Roy grumbled.
“Only if you want to fail, Mustang. I have to work some of the fat off those lazy office asses.” Olivia glanced down at him. “Not that you have much of an ass.”
“I’m choosing to believe you mean that in the nicest way, General,” Roy replied sweetly.
Olivia snorted at him and thumped him on the back so hard he nearly fell over. The whole team could barely keep up with the pace Olivia and Miles set. Roy knew this was going to be a long week of training.
“Get across it.” Olivia pointed to a log across an old, slow-moving creek. The edges were frosted but in the center, the water still flowed.
“This isn’t going to be good,” Havoc moaned.
“Let’s see if you’re right. You first.” Olivia pushed Havoc forward.
He tottered across the log, losing his balance midway. Havoc’s arms flailed and he fell forward, racking himself as the log came up between his legs. He groaned loudly.
“Brother, you next. Try not to break the log. Step on Havoc if he isn’t out of the way.” One by one, Olivia herded them across, leaving Roy to last. “Move it, Mustang,” she said, stepping out behind him.
Roy went across, losing his footing about the same place Havoc did. His arms wind milled and he caught hold of Olivia’s jacket. Startled, she jerked and they both lost their balance, splashing down into the icy waters; Olivia landed on Roy.
“Damn it!” They chorused.
Roy could feel his best parts making a full retreat all the way into his chest cavity from the feel of it.
Olivia looked too stunned to move. “You idiot, Mustang.”
He grinned. “If you keep lying on me like this, Olivia, people will talk.”
She crammed his head underwater so hard river gravel bit into his scalp. She got to her feet, bodily lifting him out of the water by the fur of his jacket collar. “Miles, lead them on. Mustang and I will have to go get changed. I won’t be rejoining you. Mustang apparently wants specialized training.”
The tone in her voice suggested Roy wouldn’t enjoy it as much as he was fantasizing. Roy looked to Riza for help but she just seemed amused as his predicament. He had no choice. He followed Olivia to his doom.
Re: Improper Heating
Date: 2010-05-11 06:16 am (UTC)Re: Improper Heating
Date: 2010-05-12 01:39 am (UTC)