Author's Note: Merfle is a WORD as well as an EMOTION. Because that is how I feel and express it into words. YAY for randomness.
It was his weakness, his sin. The forbidden reached out to him and he took hold of it as if it were his lifeline. He crumbled and gave himself over to it's darkness and didn't look back. It took him in and gave him what he desired and never let go.
Years passed and he still held on, never letting go. It was wrong, immoral, corrupt and he still held firm. He wasn't strong enough to let go. Neither was the darkness, no matter what the man said. Yes...just a man. Dangerous, cruel, and unforgiving but still only a man. One that couldn't push him away even if what he was saying was true. They were too far gone to be apart.
"I could wrap my hands around your neck and it would all be over in seconds and you'd still believed I loved you." Kimblee spat venomously from across the room, gazing out across the fields that surrounded the small cottage he and his lover shared.
Havoc merely stubbed the dying embers of his cigarette into the ashtray, watching the gentle rise and fall of the other man's chest. He'd heard something similar since the first embrace during the war. Always the same argument and always the same result. He still willingly pressed into the alchemist's embrace and in turn he lived to do it again.
He danced with the devil on the sands of Ishbal and the devil followed him home.