Theme: #3 - Indivisible
Pairing: RoyEd
He had been to war and had seen death. The air had smelled of death; he had tasted death; had used his hands to spark death.
He'd kept dark secrets, been consumed by dark ambition, and he had lived in fear of a red-eyed man with skin darker than his.
He'd lost his dearest friend, lost his faith, lost his eye.
Roy Mustang had thought he had reached a point in his life where he couldn't be beaten down, broken down any further.
But then he'd cradled a blond lover, kissed scars of hidden pain, and had let those small hands slip away, never to be seen again.
Roy Mustang had thought he was indivisible.
But as he stared down through his bangs at the unmarked grave that he knew to be empty, his eyes rimmed with red and his world cleaved in two once again.