Alphonse claps his hands together and presses them to the floor. Momentarily, all of the accumulated chalk has gathered into a neat pile. Before Roy can congratulate him (entirely sincerely; he values impressive alchemical achievement more than his own pride), Alphonse opens his hands and looks at them. Roy knows that look—knows it intimately—and tries to brace himself.
“General,” Alphonse says, “I want you to teach me how to love him.”
reminder that this
is Edward Elric’s mental image of Roy Mustang
I THINK OUT OF EVERYTHING THIS PISSES ME OFF THE MOST WHAT THE FUCK ED WHAT THE FUCK FMA WHAT THE FUCK THERE ARE A MILLION AND ONE DIFFERENT IMAGES YOU COULD HAVE USED YOU LITERALLYCOU LD HSVE SAVED MONEY AND RECYCLED AN IMAGE WE’VE ALREADY SEEN YOU DID NOT HAVE TO SPEND THE EXTRA MONEY DRAWN ANIMATE AND ADD IN THIS DAMN SCENE BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK?!?
THIS DOES NOT FUCKING MATCH THE CAPTION BASTARD COLONEL THIS IS A SOFT SUAVE SMILE THIS IS A MEMORY WHERE THE BACK IS ALL FUZZY AND WHITE AND WARM AND SOMEONE’S LOOKING OVER THEIR SHOULDER AND SMILING FONDLY AND THIS DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE THIS IS FROM ED’S PERSPECTIVE THIS IS HOW HE REMEMBERS ROY THIS IS HOW HE PROBABLY REMEMBERED ROY WHEN HE WAS STUCK IN COS AND IT P I S S E S ME O F F