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daily writing (fma)
274. Why is my Roy such an angsty spaz bunny? I've been wondering. This is a reason...
Maes asked him, one day, how he became a State Alchemist. Roy stared at him a moment, wondering if he knew what he was asking, or if he thought this was the kind of idle conversation you could have when you weren't fucking your fuckbuddy. He tried for a bored tone as he said, "Oh, you know. Alchemy just devoured my life. What else could I do?"
"Really?" said Maes. "You don't strike me as the studious type."
The house burned down when Roy was thirteen. It went unnaturally fast, bricks and mortar crumbling as fast as wooden beams. The volunteer fire brigade couldn't get close enough to do anything but put fire breaks around the property, to keep the flames from spreading to the other houses down the road. Afterwards, they found Roy naked in the ashes, curled around the bones of--
Then-Major Basque Grand, always looking for new recruits, shielded Roy from his town's accusations of arson and murder. He also taught Roy a measure of control. These were the only two favors Roy considered Grand to have done him. He did not consider being permitted (or urged) to take the State Alchemist's Exam two years early a favor. (That did not prevent him, three years after this conversation with Maes, from promising the same "favor" to Edward Elric.)
Rather than answer Maes, Roy said, "How did you end up in Intelligence?"
"I wanted to find the quickest way to end the war," said Maes.
Roy blinked thoughtfully. "How's that coming?"
"Slower than I'd like," Maes said wryly. "But I'm doing what I can."
Maes asked him, one day, how he became a State Alchemist. Roy stared at him a moment, wondering if he knew what he was asking, or if he thought this was the kind of idle conversation you could have when you weren't fucking your fuckbuddy. He tried for a bored tone as he said, "Oh, you know. Alchemy just devoured my life. What else could I do?"
"Really?" said Maes. "You don't strike me as the studious type."
The house burned down when Roy was thirteen. It went unnaturally fast, bricks and mortar crumbling as fast as wooden beams. The volunteer fire brigade couldn't get close enough to do anything but put fire breaks around the property, to keep the flames from spreading to the other houses down the road. Afterwards, they found Roy naked in the ashes, curled around the bones of--
Then-Major Basque Grand, always looking for new recruits, shielded Roy from his town's accusations of arson and murder. He also taught Roy a measure of control. These were the only two favors Roy considered Grand to have done him. He did not consider being permitted (or urged) to take the State Alchemist's Exam two years early a favor. (That did not prevent him, three years after this conversation with Maes, from promising the same "favor" to Edward Elric.)
Rather than answer Maes, Roy said, "How did you end up in Intelligence?"
"I wanted to find the quickest way to end the war," said Maes.
Roy blinked thoughtfully. "How's that coming?"
"Slower than I'd like," Maes said wryly. "But I'm doing what I can."