Disclaimer - this is full of fluff. obscene levels. it may cause you to making ambarrassing cooing noises or otherwise go all fangirly. it happens. think of me. i wrote the damn thing. -fireun
It was hard to act like nothing was different, that nothing had happened to change the almost hectic sort of schedule that made up the lives of the soldiers serving under Colonel Mustang. It was almost impossible to settle the anticipatory butterflies that trembled to life every time his mind managed to wander even a bit.
He would catch a glimpse of a grinning face, catch even a whiff of cigarette smoke, and he could feel his face heat up…and damn it, he knew people were noticing….
He was trying so hard to pretend like nothing had changed, that he had not collapsed into someone's arms last night with a desperate sort of intensity. That he hadn't fallen asleep with someone else's chin resting on top of his head.
Fury was trying, he was giving it a soldier's very best, but he wasn't fooling anyone. And when Havoc stopped beside his desk, and mussed his hair affectionately, they at least had the tact not to tease or laugh at Fury's flushed face, the absolutely ecstatic look on his youthful features.
Maybe it was because they also all caught a glimpse of the utter devotion hiding amidst the amused affection glittering in Havoc's eyes.
"Hey, you. Wanna get some lunch?" At Fury's happy nod, Havoc gave him a hand, hauling him out of the desk chair, and applying a technically unnecessary hand to the small of Fury's back for a moment.
After all, Havoc was having trouble pretending as well.
Animegoil - oooh! dragon knights-love-
it has finally happened. either the drabbles are shit lately or i am outwriting my readers...maybe i should try sleeping at night instead of plodding merrily along on these things...as always, the continuing Havoc/Fury is for the amazing Spades-sama-fireun