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1sentence challenge - 50 sentences
The whole set, for organization's sake.

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: R?
Notes: Loooooooong sentences, run-on sentences, drabble-like sentences, comma and semicolon overuse.




#01 - Comfort
It had started one cold night in December, when the dark sky was clear as glass and the stars resembled the little electric lights pinned on the blackboard back at the office, marking strategic locations of troops and barracks; he had looked up at those far away stars and heard Fullmetal's voice much too close to his ear, whispering cynical comfort and bitter jokes as the young man dragged them both into the warmth of Roy's apartment.

#02 - Kiss
Roy had given him an unusual first kiss, yet oddly fitting, seeing as their relationship was unusual to start with; he remembers the man's hands reaching for him, himself leaning forward and then Roy reaching for his braid, bringing the thick coil of hair slowly, slowly to his lips, while still looking into Ed's eyes.

#03 - Soft
"Look, Mustang," he begins with clenched teeth, but that's as far as he gets, before one gesture from the other man pacifies him, turning his harshest tirade to the softest of sighs.

#04 - Pain
It's nothing, Ed says, as he reaches for the small handle located somewhere under the armpit and gives it one savage tug, dislodging the metal limb and clenching his teeth, but I know better than to believe him, and try to offer what comfort I can -or what he'd let me-as he sags against me, eyes closed; I hold him, even as his metal arm hits the floor at our feet.

#05 - Potatoes
Inevitably, predictably, his smirk widens in time to the widening of Edward's eyes as they stare at each other over half a plate of mashed potatoes; and then inevitably, predictably, an automail fist swings at Roy when he admits that yes, indeed, milk was involved in the making of that dish.

#06 - Rain
The rain spattered all around him, splotching his boots with mud and chilling him to the bone, coat or not, but his mind registered none of it, focused as it was on the eerily glowing house downhill; when he started running-sliding on the loose soil, cursing and tripping-towards the one thing that would change his life irrevocably, his mind didn't registered it either.

#07 - Chocolate
He breaks the tablet in two neat halves and offers one to the frowning young man sitting across him; it takes the blond some time to drag his eyes away from the passing landscape and acknowledge him, but it's worth it when the large eyes light up and the scimitar smile cracks the serious countenance at the sight of Mustang offering him chocolate.

#08 - Happiness
He could be happy, he knew; it was only a matter of gathering enough courage-even if courage would only take him so far, there were other things he would need, like luck and insanity-to actually ask the Colonel to please, please, you fucking bastard, stop making jokes about his height.

#09 - Telephone
"Honestly, Brother, it's not like I don't notice when you leave the room in the middle of the night to make a phone call to Central and then don't come back till dawn, flipping that watch around and looking like you just found the Philosopher's Stone under the couch… so why do you keep making up ridiculous insults for the Colonel and pretending you don't want to jump off your seat every time the phone rings?"

#10 - Ears
"For the last time, Winry, Mustang and I were testing an array on the barn, that's all-no, yes, what, no my ears aren't red!-no, well, if they are it's just from the heat of the reaction, Winry!"

#11 - Name
The first time he used the other's given name, it brought everything to a standstill between them, that familiarity heralding the beginning of their affair; it's only fitting that it should now mark the beginning of their end, and he's sharply aware of it as he rolls its single syllable off his tongue.

#12 - Sensual
It was a strange thing, how one of those dark eyebrows, arching askance at him, could really set Edward's skin on fire, no arrayed gloves involved.

#13 - Death
No one can be so stupidly brave, he thinks, teeth and fists clenched to the point of being painful; he's proven wrong, however, by the gaping wound in the boy's chest-blood pooling all around the lithe body- and he reads both of their fates in the dying boy's golden irises.

#14 - Sex
In the lingering afterglow, all he can think about is how damn fine did those metal fingers-of all things!- felt, probing at somewhat uncharted regions of his body and, idly, he wonders if right now would be much too soon to repeat the experience.

#15 - Touch
He knows a bit about Fullmetal by now and he is, of course, waiting for the bone-cracking handshake, the pinnacle of their relationship and the only way he can think of expressing his respect and concern for the boy; so he is, of course, suitably startled when the bones of his hand remain intact, and he receives instead a slight touch to his ungloved skin, almost a caress in its lightness.

#16 - Weakness
It's in the way the boy struts around the office, lean, dark and gold, looking for all the world like he owns the place; he winks at Mustang, teasing him for once, and Hawkeye wonders if Fullmetal's finally discovered the Colonel's debility for blondes.

#17 - Tears
"Fullmetal," he started, a dejected tone to his voice, eyes closed so as not to see the dreary hill where he stood-or the plain gravestone before him, where raindrops fell like tears- "you never knew when to quit, did you?"

#18 - Speed
After 15 years, Ed realizes that their love isn't about any of the mushy stuff girls say it is, he realizes their love is all about speed: who gets to the shower first, who comes last in bed, who does alchemy faster and who says the quickest 'I love you' before the other one even notices it.

#19 - Wind
The breeze of England cried two names in his ears; the wind of Germany sung them to his heart; in Transylvania, it howled the two words, chilling him to the bone; at last he returns to where the wind sounded the sweetest: through the streets of Munich, he chases the sad echoes of the two names he loves the most.

#20 - Freedom
Amazingly enough, Edward had stayed in Central all throughout the year, content with the sporadic visit to Risenbool, the frequent letters from Rush Valley and an easy job that kept him coming back to Headquarters every week; it amazed Roy that when given freedom Edward would choose to gyrate around the old enslaving habits, but it would take him another year to understand what -and who- Edward was really orbiting around.

#21 - Life
If he had to chose a moment from his life to treasure forever, he decided, it would be a damn hard choice: there were so many, he couldn't choose just one; but then, what did it matter, if they all featured the same gold and silver figure, encased in regal black and red?

#22 - Jealousy
White-hot anger blinded him, so utterly and completely that he barely made it through the infinite hallways and corridors that made Central Headquarters; that bastard, that utter, fucking bastard should be grateful that Edward hadn't left the entire building in shambles after what he had seen and heard through the closed door -why, it was nothing unusual for the Colonel, Havoc would say- and even then, that wasn't what angered Edward the most, but the seeping, slithering, poisonous, blinding jealousy that he felt for the giggling secretary in Mustang's arms.

#23 - Hands
One metal, one flesh, he's never been more fascinated by something belonging to a man; it's during a particularly long and difficult debriefing that he realizes how badly he wants-one day-to be touched by those very hands.

#24 - Taste
Homecoming turns to a bitter affair after Alphonse takes him to the simple headstone, engraved with the sweetly loathed name and quietly tells him a story about fire, blood and a madman; most things taste bitter after that revelation.

#25 - Devotion
His devotion to alchemic research is total and unwavering; as an extension of it, he studies his Colonel -obsesses over him-, a new element in the array of his life.

#26 - Forever
It's chaste at first, because he doesn't want to scare him, doesn't want to be pushed away and have it end before it even starts-which is why he's doubly surprised when he feels the tug at his braid, pulling them closer together-but still he opens his mouth, grants him more access and doing so, he loses himself forever.

#27 - Blood
He watched, intently, as Mustang drew the array with his own blood for lack of anything else and wondered how long could they hold out in the condition they both were; he had offered the Colonel his own blood to draw, but Mustang had refused, instead dragging Edward to put his palms down on the bloody lines: the alchemical reaction erupted at that, the room engulfed in blue flame as two alchemists stared at each other across the array.

#28 - Sickness
"You sick, old pervert," Ed growls, uncharacteristically quiet for him, and yet he seems eager to catch Mustang's illness, as he launches them into a bruising kiss, with all the delicacy of a raging bull.

#29 - Melody
"If you had just explained who the fuck Melody was in the fucking first place, maybe I wouldn't have felt the fucking need to fucking try and beat you to fucking death, Roy, but no, you just had to fucking mess with my head a bit longer, didn't you, and well, now it's your fucking fault if you singed half my head off and you can't play with my fucking hair anymore, you fucking bastard!"

#30 - Star
"No, no," he tells me, laughing, "you have your stars all wrong, Roy, this is-", but I never hear what was wrong with my stars, because he's really the only star out tonight, and I had to let him know that in the only way I know how.

#31 - Home
Edward closed the door behind him, kicked his boots off, hung his coat on the back of a chair and shouted up the stairs, "Roy, I'm home!"

#32 - Confusion
He had never been more embarrassed in his life-maybe with the sole exception of that one time in the Academy, but then, that had been Maes' doing, not his-and he was certain that he had never before felt the need to squirm under that golden glare; if he had to be fair with himself, the goddamn boy had been sending out all the wrong signals for years in a completely unconscious manner, and he really couldn't blame himself for reading and responding to them… and for goodness' sake, Edward, stop glaring like that, it was only a kiss!

#33 - Fear
If fear were a tangible thing, Roy figures it would look a lot like Edward Elric does right now: a tangle of sweaty limbs, golden hair plastered to a clammy forehead, wild pupils large and unseeing as he mouths one word over and over; never before, however, has Roy been glad to see fear as he is now, because presently he has the chance to quell it, countering that feverish litany with cold hands and warm lips.

#34 - Lightening/Thunder
It strikes him one morning, as his feet hit the floor by the bed, like lightening without the thunder, that he is not only in love with the goddamn bastard, but he's also been living with him for the past three years, and how can it be if it feels like only yesterday that he arrived in Central-Al in tow-to find himself played over by this very same bastard that's now reaching for him, pulling him back into their bed.

#35 - Bonds
Trisha had once told him that true love knows no boundaries and forms the strangest bonds between people; he knows it now, as he listens to his second son's dreaming and watches him overcome every obstacle in his path: it's not just Alphonse that Edward wants so badly to get back to.

#36 - Market
Hawkeye's expression is as stony as ever, Fury smiles and says he's glad the Colonel found someone, Farman mutters about military regulations and Breda is of the opinion that it's truly amazing how little it took to tame Fullmetal, but it's Havoc that laughs and whoops and forgets about his cigarette for once; he's glad for the boss, of course, but what truly makes his day-hell, it makes his year-is that Mustang is finally, finally off the market.

#37 - Technology
Alfons stares at me funny when I tell him I prefer steam engines over combustion ones, "Less smell," I tell him, but that's not really it: in my mind, trains and the soft hum of a steam engine have become strangely intertwined with our travels, alchemy and Mustang.

#38 - Gift
He enters the basement with Ed's name on his lips, a box full of chalk and a pile of sandwiches on a plate; Ed doesn't look up from his work, but Roy knows he appreciates the offerings anyway.

#39 - Smile
"The Colonel never smiles, Al," you growl at your little brother, who is looking at you curiously as you deposit the small package on the man's desk and slip back out of the office, unnoticed; it's true, the Colonel only smirks and you really, really want to see what he looks like when he smiles and see if -maybe- that sight causes the same jolt in your stomach as it does when he smirks.

#40 - Innocence
Is anybody's guess where has the boy -man, now- been for the past eight years, but there's one thing Fuhrer Mustang is certain of: every trace of innocence is gone from that clear gaze, the gold tarnished and dull as Edward Elric looks up to him with weary war-eyes.

#41 - Completion
When the time comes and they can finally relax in the certainty of goals achieved and granted wishes, it occurs to them that part of this happiness comes also from each other and not just from their individual accomplishments.

#42 - Clouds
If I were to write my memoirs-and wax poetic on them, too-I would have to say that the clouds on the sky of my life were driven away by a strange ray of sunlight, one day in January… however, Edward Elric would hardly take to be described as 'sunshine', therefore, my writing shall have to be more prosaic.

#43 - Sky
"Sometimes, Fullmetal," Roy said, gloved hand squeezing the boy's shoulder, eyes raking over the younger alchemist's crumpling countenance, "all you have to do to see the sky, is look beyond the clouds."

#44 - Heaven
The difference between Heaven and Hell, he supposed, was the same as the difference between before and after; there was a Before Edward and an After Edward, and however things developed from now on, Roy knew nothing would ever be the same.

#45 - Hell
Alphonse used to laugh gently at him when he said it'd be a cold day in Hell when he and Mustang came to an understanding, but now, only a few years down the road, Edward has started to wonder about the current weather conditions of the Underworld.

#46 - Sun
He blinked, yawning and stretching luxuriously, relishing the feeling of the morning sun on his limbs and wondering, wondering how would he ever get off the bed every day; it had never been easy in the past and now, with sunlight and Roy's lips kissing his skin, now it would be practically impossible.

#47 - Moon
How easy it is-under soft moonlight-to forget about the sunlit world, where they strive each day to make up for their sins; in the silvery darkness, they seem to draw strength from each other.

#48 - Waves
It comes and it goes in rippling waves, this hunger, this need to break him, make him lose his cool, the eternal smirk; Ed sets himself to work-a light caress, a wink, a seemingly innocent comment-and follows each new surge to its summit, watching for that one millisecond when Roy's eyes widen for a fraction and he has to swallow his own need, because they still stand in a much too public place.

#49 - Hair
There's hair all over the bathroom sink, on every comb and brush, on the towels, on the floor, on the bathtub, curled around the soap bars and clogging the drains, but Edward laughs as he states loudly "Keep this up and you'll be bald long before sixty, Mustang!" and savors the Fuhrer's scowl before reaching up to claim the man's lips with his own.

#50 - Supernova
A curtain of blond hair hangs above him, tips grazing his bare chest, large eyes smiling at him from a young face, leaning closer-Roy Mustang wakes up, sweating-realization, like a supernova, explodes on his mind-the eyes had been golden, not brown.