Thursday, August 17, 2006

Samsung Slash Software For Transferring Fic: The Healing Process

ENAR the fire of life gilded with a wave of his hand. Those things were no longer part of the routine of Roy. When not at work, he stayed in his room. That is where truly belonged. That was the only place he felt at home. Ahi
was he could remember.
took off his coat, growling slightly too flat bars of the shoulders and threw it to the laundry. The pile was almost as tall as him. And started to stink. Absently thought Roy would have to address that before Havoc came to visit again. His old friends were concerned for him. Roy did not know how to tell them to leave him in peace. Needed to continue with their lives. They had a future. All I had was a past Roy. CH TMLXC Apparently, the bastard who ran the country now was no better than Bradley. As Hawkeye, anyway. Really did not care. Had done his part. There was nothing I could do. Never be returned to office. Never be respected and admired. He would never take your eye. Never again .... [info] ... both repentance. ... I never said ... ... I should have said ... ... I should have protected ... ... I could not even protect myself ... ... Give me something to believe in, please ...

went up to her room. The voices there would be much stronger, much stronger, amplified by the photos, old newspapers, the only shirt he had stolen six years agos, torn and dirty that he never dared to wash. He no longer smelled. But no matter. Roy could pretend he did. He had become good at pretending.
no longer wanted to be Fuhrer. Just do not want to be alone.
The room was striped red and gold. Every wall was covered with cards. Most pages were mission reports, clinical in content, but still covered with clumsy handwriting that made it hurt the heart. Would

twenty now.

Some were quick memos that he threw on his desk. Most began with "Hawkeye said." Some started with 'You're a fucking bastard. " The most valuable is stuck just above the head of your bed. Ed hadwas only a little. Although Ed had to persuade him with delusions to make 'kitsch', as though they had been together. When was real.

Roy put his shirt on his lips. It smelled of mothballs. There were mushrooms growing on a button. But all I could think of was Roy Edward. had stolen photos were generally of Edward with Alphonse, or Ed with Winry. Or Ed yelling at someone out of camera range. But some pictures really belonged in those, they were together. Roy had hit the ceiling.

There were eight of them. If he looked hard enough, I could almost pretend he was living inside those moments captured. With his arms still around that golden boy

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Hamn Athlete's Foot Medicine To Treat Ringworm Fic: On Monday, Monday

On Monday: Monday
A challenge with the word 'routine'
For [info] furiouscupofcat




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On Monday, Roy enters his office at eight o'clock sharp. Is separated from the brewing facilities at eight forty-five am sharp. He walks through the building, looking smug official until, at quarter past nine o'clock, the General Hawkeye takes aim on the head with his gun and asked politely to sit down and start seeing your paperwork so that, for now , everyone can go home before the midnight.

At eleven o'clock to nine o'clock, EdElric Ward kicks the door and into the center of the room, his brow wrinkled. At eleven twenty-two has finally learned to yell and scream only give Roy the lead, even more than they already have. At eleven twenty-two, has made enough of what it is trying to achieve and to not hate everyone. At Eleven Twenty has grudgingly learned to accept the almost family with the building. At eleven twenty has the same height as Roy Mustang, that irony is something very, very cruel.

At half past eleven am, in point, Roy finally lifts the face of his paperwork and aims to realize the vision stop at your office for the first time. Feigns surprise. Also pretends he is not interested. Pretend it whenWard, automatically searching bandages, bruises or other injuries. There is none. Edward stops. Roy already has another mission for the next week. Somewhere warm and tropical. Some place with beautiful beaches and beautiful women. Ed really needs a woman. Roy

never expected to find one. not want to give it, in this ritual, this routine. Is the bright spot in his day, the lighter part of his life. And simultaneously the most important. It's selfish. Someone really should find a girl to Edward.

At eleven thirty and three o'clock Edward leaves. Roy misses him even before you leave.

Thirty minutes after midnight, Roy finally goes. Hawkeye just shakes his headresources to the desk of Roy. It is so different from the routine that Roy turned away (at eleven to six o'clock and fourteen seconds), and Ed is beautiful, delicate features and golden. And Roy can not think of anything to say, and is wrong, everything is so bad, is so far from what he knows and where is safe.

Then Ed's face is wrinkled, and launches into one of his monologues daily insults, and everything returns to its place.

Roy let his cocky, entertaining expression gets in his face and wondered what kind of opportunity is just lost. Edward is closer today, and Roy can see how their muscles move under his shirt while moving the arms. Roy responds to what is supposed to respond, is an arrogant bastard whenis supposed to be, and usually shows his moral rotate your god complex.

When Ed goes to eleven am twenty-five Roy tells him to watch. Ed sees strange, shrugs and leaves. Roy is chides him for being stupid.

really having to watch their language more carefully when the boy is around.

Roy remains in office until a quarter past two am He wondered if Hawkeye is proud of him, finally stayed later than her. After probably remember this with Havoc, and not thinking about it at all.

walk home, because there is no one to drive. She hates her home.

is empty. -

Wednesdayuarenta and nine o'clock

not sleep at all.

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On Friday, Roy arrives at work at eight am sharp that there is nothing more for him. Café. Hawkeye. Desktop. Who the hell cares?

Among the paperwork from your desk is a silver watch. The silver watch Edward. On top of a letter of resignation. Led by Roy, alchemists can choose their own time of removal if they have served at least six years first. Roy hates the rule at this time.

Roy knows it's better this way. Always knew it would end well. Unfinished. He could not even say goodbye. Still

breaks down.

Nobody says anything.

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At sa routine that must be hallucinating. Roy rubbed his eyes and looks back again and now Edward is standing three feet from him. Roy says the name of Edward. Edward tells

asshole. Then


if
is Edward. After this sure, Roy realizes he does not know what else to think, why, why the hell is Edward here after destroying all ties with him? Edward

that stupid again when asked.

Roy is tired and lonely, but that's ok. Even if Edward hits him until it became a bloody mass, okay, that the bright spot here for a little more.

Roy asks what time it is.

can be asked whetherconvince the boy to stay a little longer, maybe offer tea, perhaps provoke a fight.

Edward walks toward him, pushes him and tells him he looks like shit. Roy is very aware of that, but it is important because, suddenly, you realize that you have the chance to say what ever he said Friday.

says "Edward", but does not say "goodbye" in large part because Ed kisses him.

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On Sunday morning ... or maybe on Sunday afternoon they were down Roy's bed and stumble to the bathroom. Roy tries to use toothpaste and Ed takes it away. Then eat it alive for just having a toothbrush at home.

When Roy comes to shaving, Ed stands behind him andruns his fingers down her sides, under his shirt, until Roy can hardly sit still. Cut the chin and curses.

fight over Soap, toilet, shower, shampoo, and Ed threatens to take you shopping as soon as they finished.

And Roy just laughs, because it is a terrible thing

permanent and has not laughed for so long.

And the clocks move downstairs, and soon will have to go and see what time it is, because there are new routines built everywhere, about the old and the old routine is dead, not surprised at all.

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Monday at eight forty-two o'clock Roy Mustang arrives at the office building. Ed Lower

Saturday, August 5, 2006

Where Is Your Cervix Right Before Menustration 18 Pawns

In addition to uniforms, had no other clothes. Even had his wallet was left with his clothes in a shop in his store. When asked who was in the store. "It had been rented to someone else? Somehow, he suspected that he would never work there. Seemed always to be burning their connections with the past, no matter what the feel about it.

definitely did not return after that. Midnight
was talking about something. Work. Circles. When should listen. Should smile. Midnight might suspect. When did the best he could. [info] "Want a beer?" "Sure," said Midnight. I was looking out the window. It was raining. Almost nosmall to yours carefully. As much as I would have blurred the edges of his consciousness, had to be sober for this. Midnight did not deserve less than the most careful treatment. Midnight In twenty minutes I definitely had problems with words. He stopped in the middle of a sentence, suddenly forgetting what he was talking. "The other alchemist made a giant tree," I helped Al, "but did not impress anyone."

Midnight's eyes brightened, "Yes, huge. ... He took all the space alien." He paused. " know, I think I'm drunk. "He looked at his beer, had only had a quarter." I guess a while back that did not drink. We've been busy. "

Al caught the beer before it fell to Midnight hands. "Why do not you sit?" Suggested Al, leading his boss to a chair, but to bed. Midnight did not appear to question this. "Something tired," muttered the dark-haired alchemist. [info] "Okay, you've been working hard." "should go back to my room." "No, no. Just lie down for a moment, you'll be better. "
Midnight looked confused but agreed. He closed his eyes and seemed asleep. Oh, Roy, oh, Roy. "This dog has been a pain in the butt, would you return the favor?" Really. But it was an area as good as the others. It was unlikely that lpo, that never in a million years would come to this position. Mustang could satisfy his lust for teenage boys, but Midnight had no such moral failings. This was some kind of joke. Or a dream. Or a hallucination. "Aw, it hurts me to not remember," Midnight was horrified. Other details surfaced, including the fact that he was closing down and his genitals were caught somewhat uncomfortably in his boxers. Or the fact that it hurt the back - a lot. No, no, no, no, it was not possible. "Oh, God," she whispered. "Sorry!" As if he had said something very good or very bad, the expression of Al changed to one of great concern. "No, I'm sorry. It was cruel to my parte. Midnight did not do anything. I do drugs, " " You .. I get high? "Why?" Midnigh separated from the bed, settling and closing its pants. This was very bad. No sense. Al could not drug him. When it could not hurt a damn rat. There were other things that were wrong with that equation, which did not fit with a scenario of seduction. Even brought uniform, shoes incuse. Who wore shoes to bed?. And it hurt the back, yes, but not hurt if (my god, what was really considering this?) Someone had arrived the night before. It hurt more as if he had been attacked with a cheese grater. "That would put the circle." No. It could not be. CHdamn all their glory. He put the band in place and pulled the clothes. I did not want to see it. Could not believe it was there. This was the fate of MUSTANG, not yours. He had done everything, absolutely everything they asked. Had been kind to Al thought he liked the boy. But the circle was not working, Midnight felt suddenly relieved. Something had gone wrong, he was beaten. I was not happy or obsessed. It was not anyone's pet. Even he himself. Scared, mortified and angry, sure, but himself. knob moved. "Midnight, let me." Midnight opened the door. "How dare you?" He barked to Al "What in the world did yousoil. "I forgive." It was a statement rather than a question, but there was a plaintive tone that suggested that Al was not sure what would forgive Midnight. He softened his heart. The shock of the whole situation started to leave, and could see the boy she had named, somewhat hesitant, as a friend again. had been a mistake, of course. A stupid mistake of youth. As an adult, should be stronger.
"did not work anyway," Midnight said after a moment. "Listen. I understand the pressure under which you were when you did that. I've been under great pressure. I can forgive you for trying this. I'll see how I can remove them to me and maybe we can both forget it. "
CHTMhe was the voice and deep breath, starting over. "Do not you care that you have." Midnight jumped a little and for a moment, his world is rocking on its axis. For a second, he realized that the circle itself was working. But then, that thought, slippery as an eel, he escaped. His mind his own trail and covered the vacuum of denial pleasant settled again.

He liked the child. Al was incredibly bright and talented, and good. Possession was a big word, but did not care to follow the suggestions of Al did not care to keep pace. This child went to many places. Good places. Places where you might be if it joined. Yes I could do that. Midnight smiled