Yeah, its been a while since a good drabble, but i hope this can make up for some of that time! RoyEd anyone? If you dont wanna read a sad-ish drabble, then i would advise you to not go ahead and read this.
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Hands
Roy sat in his office, alone. The window lay cracked, and his hair lay in his face, covering part of his eyes. He turned and took a special notice to a certain item on his desk, a ponytail holder. Roy had never, and had no intentions of, putting his hair in a ponytail. He was no hairdresser, and he even found them quite, annoying, with their flamboyancies and all. They were just too stereotypically gay for him, and he hated it. No, not the fact that they were gay, he had nothing against gay people whatsoever. On the contrary, Roy was actually gay himself. But he wasn't one of those gay men with the high pitched voices and tendencies you would typically associate with a gay man.
No, he was more of the deep-voiced men who twitched constantly. Like right now, his left eye began to twitch as he touched the ponytail holder, as he fondled it in his un-gloved hand. There were still little hairs attached to it, two or three strands wrapped themselves around the red circle. That was only a fraction of the hair Roy saw when he poorly attempted to braid someone's hair. That was another reason he hated hairdressers, they were able to touch his hair... with out hurting him. Roy had a habit of causing some kind of pain whenever he touched another's hair. Be it through gum or a comb, someone always got hurt. He hated that he couldn't even do the simplest braid.
His right eye began to twitch when he looked up and there stood his lover, who had just slipped into his office. Not mention scared the hell out of him. The younger man stood there, scratching his head, his free hair shaking as he ran his fingers through it. Oh how Roy wished to run his fingers through that hair. He simply watched as the blonde stood there, his hair past his shoulders in a slightly tamed mess. Oh, how he longed to tame that hair, and everything attached to it.
Neither man said a thing, but the older male simply got up and walked over to his lover and slid the ponytail holder onto his left wrist. He didn't want to hurt Edward again, in any way. He could only sit back at his desk since his door was open and watch as the blonde plucked at the thing around his arm and walked out. Roy sighed, alone again. He opened a drawer on his left pulling out a box, a box filled with ponytail holders of the exact shape and color. He fiddled with them and wondered why his hands could only cause destruction and pain...
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Yeah, i didnt really know where this came from. It just came to me and thus it is alive! What do you think? I dont really like the tought of Roy sad, but I figure with his actions in the Ishballan War, he could be a little sad baby at times. I was initially gonna call this ponytail, but it went in a different direction than i thought it would so it ended up with the title that it has now. I hope you liked it.