I like a lot of the imagery that was made weird by the Nyquil. I was afraid that the random details that tend to pop into my head would go away, but the imagery makes up for it.

I love the image of Roy trying to make a contract with the devil, realizing he can't, and then using the blood to write with when he runs out of ink. I like a lot of the bits of this, actually.

The ficlet I'm writing that's Ishbal to this one's post-Ishbal was delayed by me falling asleep for several hours. ^^; I'll get it done soon... I shall taunt you with a randomly-chosen line: The implications were staggering; he was to travel light, and if they had to send his belongings home without him the postage would be minimal.