I don't and never will own FMA
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Even after he became Führer he still had nightmares that shook him deeply. He woke from those nightmares with the urge to get so drunk he would do nothing but puke and the stench of his vomit would overpower the lingering scent of blood on his hands.
After some time he found something better. Instead of drowning himself with alcohol he would pull the body lying next to him close and inhale the fragrance left in her hair from the rose shampoo.
She always felt his warm breath on her neck, woke up, and told him everything would be okay.
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