"Colonel," Riza Hawkeye said, standing before his desk. "I am not sure that I approve of what is going on between you and Edward."
Roy looked up from his paperwork - he had reports on hand he could easily go to whenever the door to his office opened,(more) especially by Riza - and tried his best to look innocent. "I am not sure what you mean, Lieutenant."
Riza's solid look of disapproval told him to cut the bullshit immediately. She was the one person in this entire building who could see through him no matter what, and he owed her that much. "My apologies, it's a reflex."
"Plausible deniability only goes so far," Riza murmured.
"There is nothing inappropriate going on between us," Roy said firmly. "Fullmetal is simply getting a bit adventurous as his hormones kick in."
Her look was still calling bullshit, but Roy was proud of his poker face. After a long moment, Riza sighed. "We are not through with this conversation," she told him pointedly. "But it is one more appropriate to have off the clock. That being said, the Inksler report is due before lunch, and you have a meeting with Lieutenant Colonel Davis after."
Roy nodded his head and watched as Riza left the office, shutting the door behind her. Once the door was closed, he let out a big sigh of relief. She was terrifyingly on point, today.
He felt a nudge at his knee and glanced down. Edward was huddled underneath his desk, between his legs - one hand flat on his thigh, his head resting on the other as he stared up at Roy with eyes that glimmered from the shadows.
"Nothing inappropriate?" he asked, and then ran his fingers up Roy's naked erection.
"Completely consensual," Roy clarified, and Edward smirked.(less)
I trusted you with secrets no one ever knew
You ended up manipulating me
I started falling for you
Turns out I wasn't your cup of tea
I want you to remember how bad you made me feel
All the pain and heart-ache that will never heal
(more) I dread the day
You come back to BFA
I might be happy then
But I don't know when
Moral of the story don't trust people who
Don't accept you for you(less)
Trust is a funny sort of thing. Most people do it once, and never again. Like jumping off a cliff, or getting in a fist fight. You do it once. It's beautiful, in a way. Exhilirating, at the very least. Fearless. You'll do it once, and if you survive(more) it, you realize how careless and reckless and stupid it was. You'll do it once, and you'll never do it again.(less)
There were not that many people in this world that Adrian Avalon trusted. His sister topped the list, she was a horrible liar, especially to him. Sebastian came next, he could lie, but never saw the point to it. His grandparents followed so close behind him that he couldn't(more) distinguish the space between them other than the fact that they could and had lied to him in the past.
Adrian did not care for being lied to, it was the only thing that really made the normally easygoing teenager angry. Not mad, there was a distinction in his family between being mad and being angry. mad was short lived and at his age, usually hormonal in nature. Angry was something different all together and involved expanses of time where he stayed angry. Angry needed forgiveness, mad just needed time and perhaps an explanation. He was mad at his sister just now, she had gotten lost, separated from him and even though she couldn't tell him the entire story, he knew she'd been attacked and been saved by a third party. He was mad at himself too, for being unobservant. That could get you killed out here. He had been responsible for her, he was supposed to keep her safe and he'd let her wander off. Sebastian would take him to task later for that. He would likely have to stay home for the next run, his grandfather would take his place.
Relieving of tension. That's why we trust people to pick up our kids, keep a secret or have our lives on the battlefield. It's to displace the stress onto others who can handle it. Does that mean that trusting people are overly stressed?
When it comes to trust
The world may as well
Be made of glass
For when it is tried
Against the stand of time
The rime of winter
(more) And the blaze of hatred’s gaze
It stands no chance
Because even one crack
Will cause the world to crash
So don’t let its finery
Fool your mind
Or you may find
What it is like
To be in a world
That has been broken
And shattered till it is sand
Only leaving behind
A malevolent scrutiny
With the turn of time's hand.(less)
I told her I missed her. She wrote back that she loved me still. I told her summer was coming. She wrote back that she knew. She wrote back that it was hard being alone, but that in her dreams we were still together. We still made love in(more) her dreams. I told her that's nice. I told we'd catch up soon. I promised I'd call soon. She wrote good night. I wrote sweet dreams. The brightness of the screen strained my eyes. I shut off the phone and dropped it over the side of the bed where it landed with a thump against the wood. The room was darker now than before. I rolled over and pulled the blankets close. For a moment I fought desire. Her hair smelled like lavender, the one next to me. The scent passed through my nostrils and sent my head swirling dizzy and drunkenly. Relenting, I reached out and touched her, sliding my hand lightly up her calf, the smoothness of her thigh, pausing at the apogee of her hip before cascading down and over the side of her stomach and coming to a rest on the summit of her cool shoulder peaking out from beneath the blanket. She doesn't even know. God, she doesn't even know. (less)
Her arms are like a silk noose around his neck as she leans against him, velvet locks whispering against his cheek. He can feel her breath upon his ear when she tells him to trust her. A week ago he would've pushed her away, easily rejecting her serpentine caress,(more) but now? He can do little more than nod.(less)