2 Mustang and Hughes (friendship) drabbles
Title: A is for Art
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Silly goodness.. Mmmm...
Author's note: I got this idea from clinicly8insane, who got the idea from h_mania. So I want to thank both of them.
Art.
Roy Mustang had never really been particularly fond of it, although Hughes had visited his office enough times and noticed the doodles that the colonel occasionally made on the papers that he was supposed to be looking over and signing to know that he had much more respect for art than he would care to admit to anyone, even his best friend.
"That's a cute Black Hayate." Hughes mentioned once while sitting in the comforatable leather chair- his legs crossed, a goofy smile on his face. He was just putting away yet another picture of his lovely daughter, who had recently learned how to walk. And of course he had to tell Roy *ALL* about it.
The lanky man smiled more at the look on Mustang's face, the smugness and bluster were gone, replaced by embarassment and annoyance.
"Don't you have ANYTHING better to do, Lt. Colonel?" Hughes frowned at the proper title.
"I dunno, *FLAME*. Don't you have paperwork that you need to sign instead of pining over Hawkeye's dog?"
The smile returned to the alchemist's face. "Touche, Maes." He covered up the drawing with another sheet of paper. He sighed, knowing what he was about to do was dangerous, but at the moment, it seemed the lesser of the two evils. Mustang covered his eyes with his hand and barely mumbled "So, you said that Elysia is walking now?"
Mustang caught the quick glint in his friend's eyes. He knew the head of Investigations was aware of how he was trying to change the subject, and quickly.
But Maes said nothing, and immediatly pulled out another stack of photos from a different pocket of his dress blues. The alchemist had to wonder which of the many pockets held photos of his daughter. He could pretty safely guess all of them.
And all of a sudden, he wondered if maybe his artistic prowess wouldn't have been a better topic of conversation. "Oh, she is so cute!" Hughes beamed. "She pulls herself up using the couch and..."
Roy Mustang sighed and settled in for a long morning.
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Title: B is for Bottle
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Angsty.
Author's note: I got this idea from clinicly8insane, who got the idea from h_mania. So I want to thank both of them.
Bottle.
A bottle of scotch from the year that both Hughes and himself were born. He had been saving it for a special occasion, and they had cracked the bottle open the night before Hughes got married, but very little had been drunk. They had already had so much to drink that they had both passed out before they could even finish the first glass.
So it sat, mostly full, for years.
Then it happened. A single shot, and his best friend was gone forever.
The night after the funeral, he re-opened that nearly 30 year old bottle of scotch and started to drink. He opened the bottle and with a shaky hand started to pour into his favorite drinking glass. As much of it made it onto his hand and spilt onto the table as went into the glass. It burnt going down his throat, but he really didn't care.
After trying and failing twice to get the scotch in the glass, he started to drink right from the bottle. It burnt alot less by then, moving down his throat. He felt the familiar tingle in his fingers and toes as he started to numb from the pain.
It couldn't happen fast enough for him. He just wanted the hurt to end- the empiness, the loss. He drank, and he started to feel the hot tears form in the corners of his eyes.
A better man would have blinked the tears away and stayed calm.
A stronger man wouldn't have to drown himself in alcohol.
He wasn't a stronger man. He wasn't a better man. He was a broken man. He was a man who had just lost his best friend.
So he drank more, and hoped that the numbness would take him soon enough.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Silly goodness.. Mmmm...
Author's note: I got this idea from clinicly8insane, who got the idea from h_mania. So I want to thank both of them.
Art.
Roy Mustang had never really been particularly fond of it, although Hughes had visited his office enough times and noticed the doodles that the colonel occasionally made on the papers that he was supposed to be looking over and signing to know that he had much more respect for art than he would care to admit to anyone, even his best friend.
"That's a cute Black Hayate." Hughes mentioned once while sitting in the comforatable leather chair- his legs crossed, a goofy smile on his face. He was just putting away yet another picture of his lovely daughter, who had recently learned how to walk. And of course he had to tell Roy *ALL* about it.
The lanky man smiled more at the look on Mustang's face, the smugness and bluster were gone, replaced by embarassment and annoyance.
"Don't you have ANYTHING better to do, Lt. Colonel?" Hughes frowned at the proper title.
"I dunno, *FLAME*. Don't you have paperwork that you need to sign instead of pining over Hawkeye's dog?"
The smile returned to the alchemist's face. "Touche, Maes." He covered up the drawing with another sheet of paper. He sighed, knowing what he was about to do was dangerous, but at the moment, it seemed the lesser of the two evils. Mustang covered his eyes with his hand and barely mumbled "So, you said that Elysia is walking now?"
Mustang caught the quick glint in his friend's eyes. He knew the head of Investigations was aware of how he was trying to change the subject, and quickly.
But Maes said nothing, and immediatly pulled out another stack of photos from a different pocket of his dress blues. The alchemist had to wonder which of the many pockets held photos of his daughter. He could pretty safely guess all of them.
And all of a sudden, he wondered if maybe his artistic prowess wouldn't have been a better topic of conversation. "Oh, she is so cute!" Hughes beamed. "She pulls herself up using the couch and..."
Roy Mustang sighed and settled in for a long morning.
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Title: B is for Bottle
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Angsty.
Author's note: I got this idea from clinicly8insane, who got the idea from h_mania. So I want to thank both of them.
Bottle.
A bottle of scotch from the year that both Hughes and himself were born. He had been saving it for a special occasion, and they had cracked the bottle open the night before Hughes got married, but very little had been drunk. They had already had so much to drink that they had both passed out before they could even finish the first glass.
So it sat, mostly full, for years.
Then it happened. A single shot, and his best friend was gone forever.
The night after the funeral, he re-opened that nearly 30 year old bottle of scotch and started to drink. He opened the bottle and with a shaky hand started to pour into his favorite drinking glass. As much of it made it onto his hand and spilt onto the table as went into the glass. It burnt going down his throat, but he really didn't care.
After trying and failing twice to get the scotch in the glass, he started to drink right from the bottle. It burnt alot less by then, moving down his throat. He felt the familiar tingle in his fingers and toes as he started to numb from the pain.
It couldn't happen fast enough for him. He just wanted the hurt to end- the empiness, the loss. He drank, and he started to feel the hot tears form in the corners of his eyes.
A better man would have blinked the tears away and stayed calm.
A stronger man wouldn't have to drown himself in alcohol.
He wasn't a stronger man. He wasn't a better man. He was a broken man. He was a man who had just lost his best friend.
So he drank more, and hoped that the numbness would take him soon enough.