DISCLAIMER: The design of the light is mine. As for the rest …
Light.
The light over Roy's desk was ancient, nearly as old as the room itself, and definitely older than the mahogany desk.
It had seen many things; Roy's indolent perusal of important documents, his lazy scrawl across parchment as Edward raged at him for something neither of them remembered, the first time they fucked, hard and fast against the desk, so goodEdward came shuddering, his braid threaded gold against Roy's hand.
The time Roy and Edward parted, because Roy had to send Edward across the country hunting down Scar, and he refused to send Edward to die as his lover.