@equalchange sent : they slunk behind colonel mustang for a while while wearing the face of his lieutenant , brows pinned together at the bridge of their nose , hand holding the gun in the same way hawkeye does . eyes switch between walking forward and roy , maybe some nerves clawing at their insides for how long they can get away with this . a move needed to be made before the loyal militant followed him like the puppy she was and ruined this whole act . maybe his flames would target her instead , that'd be lovely , but … too risky , what if he catches on ? things were too easy right now and it was making them cocky . " sir , wait , " they say in her voice and he stops , he stops ! oh , is it truly that easy ? were they scared for nothing ? envy can't help it as a grin carves on their lips , wider then any human's mouth should go , and they move quick . gun is holstered and hands shoot out to seize him by the wrists , twisting until arms were behind his back and pushing until his shoulder meets the rough edge of the wall , " you've left your lieutenant to fend for herself for quite a while , colonel . i sure hope nothing happened to her . " they decide to play the mental game with someone living this time , it might actually work .
the atmosphere is thick --- twisting the coiling tension settling in roy's throat to a lethal whip awaiting to be unleashed , to crack and split the air in half . the colonel's hand itches with a force enough to suffocate even the last bits of air in this cursed underground --- digits bent , draining the blood surely to turn his skin white enough , numb --- a sensation his mind does not bother to register in the slightest . he wears his crown in the form of a scowl , deeply carven into features soaked in a wrath awakened from slumber --- unable to be purged from his system , no --- rather rejected , refused . something wants to chain itself free , crawl out of a pit reserved from his very own personal time spent in hell --- finally , finally ! release ! his lieutenants voice leaves him to clench his teeth , halting with the remains of the restraint he musters up .
about to turn his head , merely cock it to the side --- before an unusual set of movements has the colonel reacting a fragmented second too slow . it flashes before his eyes --- fuses itself into a beast laced by the infernal irritation of having been tricked --- damned fool , you fool ---- and the audacity of having the enemies' hands laying themselves upon him . his stance staggers slightly --- pushed with a force he is too late to counter . you'd be dead on the field . you'd be dead , roy . it snaps , like a quivering arrow begging for a release he is about to grant --- eyes widen , ivory flashing alongside a low growl stretching itself through his throat . right where his wrath bubbles up , between the obvious guilt morphing itself into a submission of another kind --- he grants it , he grants it --- his mind blanks , reverses into a compass guiding him merely by a sentiment . with everlasting fuel to last him to enter the even lower rings of hell . the side of roy's face meets the wall --- cool against his rising temperature until the shock drains him to succumb to something of such sweet taste almost to be savoured --- horrified eyes falling on his lieutenant's amused gaze locking him into place . giving yourself away , " you have a death wish , " , growled through clenched venom spat , through blank blindness , veiled in a falsified demeanour of calm , " that i'm about to grant you until you will beg for me to stop . " this isn't riza . this isn't his lieutenant . it's not her --- move , move move !
