A/N: Decided I had to post a real drabble to make up for the poetry. I purposely left this pair ambiguous, though I had a specific one in mind when I wrote it. Anyway, I hope it's at least halfway decent.
-Title: Burn- -Word Count: 164- -Warnings: Umm, nothing really, I think. But I'm tired, so this may not be entirely accurate.-
Sometimes, Roy wonders if what they are doing is wise--or even sane. He knows that most people would have abandoned these efforts, this union, long ago, for fear of being consumed. For it is a flame that burns beneath their skins, hot and dark and deadly. Time has done nothing to quench those hungry flames, only increased them. He has spent his life studying, and observing, and controlling fire, so that he is almost fire himself, and he knows exactly what a flame of this magnitude will do. A fire this large cannot sustain itself for long; only implode, and when it does, Roy knows that it might just end up taking them with it. And so he wonders again if it was wise to allow this to continue so far. He knows that he could have stopped it if he had really tried. But then a thought, unbidden, leaps to his mind.
'I'm the Flame Alchemist; who am I to fear being burnt?'
A/N: This was inspired by the Matchbox Twenty Song, Busted. I love the line "I am the flame, I can't get burnt." It' just so... Roy.