Mission No. 4 Entry
Title: Julia
Author: freaky_zero
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: EdxRoy, RoyxOC
Notes: Inspired and entitled by the song Julia by Low Millions. I also ganked the name for my OC >.>; Mostly AU
Word Count: Approx. 900
Summary: Roy is pushed into a Military arranged marriage.
I never should have left you
While you were sleeping
You never would have heard a word I said
If we were both screaming
So I guess I’ll be the coward
Who never woke you up
But I prefer you blame me
Than blame it all on your love
--Low Millions, Julia
Roy slowly pulled the door closed, slumping in defeat as the lock engaged with a soft ‘snick’. Fullmetal didn’t deserve this, he knew. He should have kept the younger alchemist from getting involved with him at the very beginning. But Edward was like a tide; there was no denying him, you were only ever swept away.
He’d be gone in the morning, off with his brother chasing some new lead on the Philosopher’s Stone. It was a lead Roy had handed to him personally.
The Colonel wasn’t concerned with anyone seeing him as he walked out of the barracks, into Central’s first icy winter rainstorm of the year. After tomorrow it wouldn’t matter if anyone saw him here or not, he’d be beyond reproach, once the deed was done. And if someone did see him, if someone did raise a fuss, it was easily explained away as a simple case of the pre-wedding jitters; cold feet.
He shivered in the cold rain, pulling his coat tighter around him. Edward would be gone in the morning, set off on the early train. Roy would be married to an upstanding general’s daughter by noon.
It didn’t take him long to reach his house, but by the time he got there he was soaked through. Still, Mustang didn’t strip out of his wet clothes. It was nice to be able to feel something other than numb, even if it was only the discomfort of being cold and wet.
Slowly, he trudged up the stairs to his study, intending to get a bottle of scotch and a large glass. If he was lucky he’d manage to get through the rest of the night and tomorrow mildly drunk. Not enough to make a fool of himself or his fiancée, but hopefully enough that the pain throbbing through him was dulled.
He’d convinced himself a few weeks ago that it was best for Ed not to know. Edward-strong, beautiful, brilliant Edward was a fighter. He would look for any alternative, clinging on to the idea of a way out until he exhausted himself. But there was no way out of this, Roy knew it. Not if he ever wanted to achieve his goals, not if he wanted to fulfill the promises he’d made to so many people. There was no escaping this and, so, it was best that Fullmetal didn’t know.
There would be a scene whenever Ed returned, he’d blame Roy. Scream at him, call him a bastard, hit him, maybe he’d even cry, but Roy wouldn’t give in. He couldn’t. This had to happen.
Pushing open the door at the top of the stairs, the Colonel froze as the culmination of the past month stared him in the face; the wedding dress hanging up innocently in the corner of his study. Everything had happened so fast; had it really only been a month? Only a week ago that he’d even learned her name?
Julia. She was pretty enough, slim with cinnamon brown hair and doe eyes, pale-skinned, curvy just where she needed to be, and submissive. She was everything that Ed was not. Or was it the other way around; that he was everything she wasn’t?
Roy’s hand acted on its own, digging into his pocket and pulling out a damp glove. The pyrotex grated roughly on his palm as he slipped it on and he raised it, stopping only seconds before he would have snapped. The ceremony was to be held in his backyard, under an arbor. He’d wanted to keep it quiet, so Ed didn’t find out.
She’d asked him blushingly, just hours before, if he’d stay out of his study for the night, since she’d be getting ready there in the morning. Giggled shyly and said it was bad luck for him to see the dress. Roy had hardly though his luck could get any worse.
But that wasn’t fair to her. If Edward didn’t deserve this mess, she certainly didn’t. None of this was her fault. The fault was almost entirely Roy’s, with the brass getting tired of his ladies’ man exploits. Even once you’d stopped them, bad habits had a way of coming back to hit you in the face.
He stared at the dress for a long time in the dark, examining the beaded bodice and full silk skirt as well as he could by the dim light creeping in from the hall. It was a beautiful dress; every other woman at the wedding was likely to be jealous. Julia would look amazing in it.
The skyline lightened with dawn and Roy still stared into the room, never making it past the doorway for his scotch. The events and decisions of the past month swirled and buzzed through his mind, and he still gazed at the gown, second guessing everything.
As the sun crested the horizon, the stone around the Colonel’s feet broke and he spun, dashing down the stairs, out of the house. He didn’t pause for his jacket, just ran straight into the still drizzling weather, running as fast as his legs could carry him for the station. Roy didn’t slow to catch his breath, or wipe his brow, only ran until his chest ached to catch the morning train.
He made it to the station as the last car rolled away, five minutes early. The Colonel slowly straightened as the train blurrily moved out of view. Edward was gone and it was too late to change his mind now. He had a wedding to prepare for.
Author: freaky_zero
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: EdxRoy, RoyxOC
Notes: Inspired and entitled by the song Julia by Low Millions. I also ganked the name for my OC >.>; Mostly AU
Word Count: Approx. 900
Summary: Roy is pushed into a Military arranged marriage.
I never should have left you
While you were sleeping
You never would have heard a word I said
If we were both screaming
So I guess I’ll be the coward
Who never woke you up
But I prefer you blame me
Than blame it all on your love
--Low Millions, Julia
Roy slowly pulled the door closed, slumping in defeat as the lock engaged with a soft ‘snick’. Fullmetal didn’t deserve this, he knew. He should have kept the younger alchemist from getting involved with him at the very beginning. But Edward was like a tide; there was no denying him, you were only ever swept away.
He’d be gone in the morning, off with his brother chasing some new lead on the Philosopher’s Stone. It was a lead Roy had handed to him personally.
The Colonel wasn’t concerned with anyone seeing him as he walked out of the barracks, into Central’s first icy winter rainstorm of the year. After tomorrow it wouldn’t matter if anyone saw him here or not, he’d be beyond reproach, once the deed was done. And if someone did see him, if someone did raise a fuss, it was easily explained away as a simple case of the pre-wedding jitters; cold feet.
He shivered in the cold rain, pulling his coat tighter around him. Edward would be gone in the morning, set off on the early train. Roy would be married to an upstanding general’s daughter by noon.
It didn’t take him long to reach his house, but by the time he got there he was soaked through. Still, Mustang didn’t strip out of his wet clothes. It was nice to be able to feel something other than numb, even if it was only the discomfort of being cold and wet.
Slowly, he trudged up the stairs to his study, intending to get a bottle of scotch and a large glass. If he was lucky he’d manage to get through the rest of the night and tomorrow mildly drunk. Not enough to make a fool of himself or his fiancée, but hopefully enough that the pain throbbing through him was dulled.
He’d convinced himself a few weeks ago that it was best for Ed not to know. Edward-strong, beautiful, brilliant Edward was a fighter. He would look for any alternative, clinging on to the idea of a way out until he exhausted himself. But there was no way out of this, Roy knew it. Not if he ever wanted to achieve his goals, not if he wanted to fulfill the promises he’d made to so many people. There was no escaping this and, so, it was best that Fullmetal didn’t know.
There would be a scene whenever Ed returned, he’d blame Roy. Scream at him, call him a bastard, hit him, maybe he’d even cry, but Roy wouldn’t give in. He couldn’t. This had to happen.
Pushing open the door at the top of the stairs, the Colonel froze as the culmination of the past month stared him in the face; the wedding dress hanging up innocently in the corner of his study. Everything had happened so fast; had it really only been a month? Only a week ago that he’d even learned her name?
Julia. She was pretty enough, slim with cinnamon brown hair and doe eyes, pale-skinned, curvy just where she needed to be, and submissive. She was everything that Ed was not. Or was it the other way around; that he was everything she wasn’t?
Roy’s hand acted on its own, digging into his pocket and pulling out a damp glove. The pyrotex grated roughly on his palm as he slipped it on and he raised it, stopping only seconds before he would have snapped. The ceremony was to be held in his backyard, under an arbor. He’d wanted to keep it quiet, so Ed didn’t find out.
She’d asked him blushingly, just hours before, if he’d stay out of his study for the night, since she’d be getting ready there in the morning. Giggled shyly and said it was bad luck for him to see the dress. Roy had hardly though his luck could get any worse.
But that wasn’t fair to her. If Edward didn’t deserve this mess, she certainly didn’t. None of this was her fault. The fault was almost entirely Roy’s, with the brass getting tired of his ladies’ man exploits. Even once you’d stopped them, bad habits had a way of coming back to hit you in the face.
He stared at the dress for a long time in the dark, examining the beaded bodice and full silk skirt as well as he could by the dim light creeping in from the hall. It was a beautiful dress; every other woman at the wedding was likely to be jealous. Julia would look amazing in it.
The skyline lightened with dawn and Roy still stared into the room, never making it past the doorway for his scotch. The events and decisions of the past month swirled and buzzed through his mind, and he still gazed at the gown, second guessing everything.
As the sun crested the horizon, the stone around the Colonel’s feet broke and he spun, dashing down the stairs, out of the house. He didn’t pause for his jacket, just ran straight into the still drizzling weather, running as fast as his legs could carry him for the station. Roy didn’t slow to catch his breath, or wipe his brow, only ran until his chest ached to catch the morning train.
He made it to the station as the last car rolled away, five minutes early. The Colonel slowly straightened as the train blurrily moved out of view. Edward was gone and it was too late to change his mind now. He had a wedding to prepare for.