Stolen from a prompt found on LJ for fifty sentences, I've decided to turn this into fifty short prompts. I have no intention of turning these into anything longer than short bursts, and I'm attempting to be somewhat serious, for once. Obviously the pairing is RoyxArcher, and the ratings will vary from G to R. I'll give you a warning on the rating if it's above PG. I'll try to have these go in some sort of order, and vary from Archer and Roy's perspectives, but there's no guarantee on that.
Without further ado, please enjoy.
Motion
There was something in the way he moved, the way his fingers touched one another to light a fire more powerful than a match could provide; there was something in the way he carried himself, so proud it seemed unnatural, as if he was trying too hard. Curiosity had always been one of Archer's weak points. That was what started this mess.
The man was Roy Mustang, a Colonel, an alchemist, a war hero. Archer had heard the name, but a name and a face were not synonymous. The man he was interested in from afar was the very man he supposedly hated; for having everything he didn't. It was quite the puzzle, appearance against reality. Archer pretended he couldn't care less.
But even seeing him again—walking through Central like he owned the place—stirred some unwanted emotions.