An
angsty fic... O.o
Well
Jenn, you knew it was coming...
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or any of the corresponding characters wishful thinking of Roy/Ed smut that would exist in cannon
Harder to Be the Gentleman
I play the part of the gentleman. I play this part to everyone. That is what defines the role. It doesn't work if you only include one person in your game.
You see...well actually you wouldn't; not yet anyway, "gentlemen" don't really exist. At least not as what everyone wishes them to be.
Men who become this role only act out the facade of politeness and kindness for their own gain. After all, even someone as skilled as myself could not become the respected Colonel Mustang by actually saying how I feel.
You've always been good at that, saying what you feel and never backing down. I love that about you.
Your naievity and determination corrode my facade. They make me...act. Not as I should, but how I feel. And that scares me. However, twisted my facade may be, it is my existence. It is what keeps me going. Will you offer me something new? Something to keep the machine running? Or will you bring only chaos?
You refuse to be the gentleman, as if you actually understand what it truly means to be one. It would make your day if I held the door open for you, it's what you think you want. You think if I did that I would be a gentleman. That it would be kindness. Just being around you has made it harder for me to play my role.
In any case, old habits die hard, so I'll hold the door open for you. Why? Because I'm the gentleman, of course.
