Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye, 2/8: Explosions, "Array
Title: Array
Author: Sofipitch
Set + Theme: Set 2, theme 8
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing(platonic or romantic)/Character/Threesome: Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye, Romantic
Rating: PG
Genre(s): General, Hurt/Comfort
Warning(s): Spoilers
Word Count: 864
Disclaimer/Claimer: When pigs fly.
Summary: She had to keep hope.
“Together they could brave satan and all of his legions.”
-“Wuthering Heights”, Emily Bronte
It was hard to understand why they’d want her out on the battle field. They said that there was a shortage of soldiers. They needed more, so they took them right out of the academy. At first they said they would only take the best of the best, and only males. Then times changed. Everyone but the very worst were shipped out.
---X---
They were everywhere. Dotting the country-side. Setting fire to the pastures. Explosions. The entire eastern section of Amestris burned. Sorrow. Sadness. Regret. Riza felt them in her heart, but she could not feel them welling up in her eyes or running down her face.
The man she loved was the one causing all this. Or at least the man she thought she loved. But she couldn’t blame him for this. She might as well be out there helping him.
It was her array after all.
---X---
Her coffee was cold, without the luxury of ice, but it still sent a refreshing chill down her throat nonetheless. Warm coffee would be stupid. They were in the desert, they had to act like it.
“Good Morning Riza!” Maes Hughes sits down at the table with her, his smile a ridiculous size for the conditions he is living in. But Riza believes he makes sure the toothy grin stays on his face for others to see for others to draw hope. Those that don’t think he’s a dead man. Riza draws hope. “How are you doing today?” he asks. He’s overly cheerful today.
Riza smiles and nods. “Fine.”
“Well that’s great. I think we’re going to have a fine day today, weathers lovely.” When he talks it almost sounds as if he is talking to a child.
Riza doesn’t know what he means by fine day. She thinks it might mean no fighting, that the Ishvallans are resting, but some might take it as fighting. They say everyday of fighting is a step closer towards the end of the war. Riza doesn’t know which one she wants, she just wants the nightmare to end.
“Weather’s always the same here.” Riza says as she lifts her cup to her lips.
“It rained once. That was nice.” His voice got a bit quieter as a blanket of silence fell upon them.
“Where’s Roy?” She asks. If they can help it, the two usually aren’t far from each other.
“Oh.” Maes’ face suddenly became downcast. He looked up at her from under his eyelashes. “He’s out working. He got a special mission.”
Riza could’ve cried. Instead she finishes her coffee.
---X---
“Are you going to stay?” Roy asks. “In the military, I mean.”
Riza shrugs. She thinks she is, but isn’t sure. Does she really want to? In exchange for helping people, she has to kill them as well.
“I am.” Roy looks ahead into the distance, as if he can see his hopes, dreams, goals all there waiting for him.
Riza studies the lines on his face. The furrow of his eyebrows and the clench of his jaw. “You haven’t given up have you,” she says. Her voice is but a whisper.
“No.”
She has yet to tell him she came to follow him. And now, she also feels she cannot go back on her original goal. He still has faith that he can do what’s right, so she decides that so should she.
---X---
He burned her delicately. He was quick, yet she felt as if the process where slow. It was excruciating. Roy would watch the flame as it traveled along her back, and once a satisfactory welt had been made, he would put it out.
He wasn’t burning the whole array, just the important parts. Just enough so that it could never be decoded.
It still hurt though. But as she cried out, she felt as if she were repenting for all her sins against the Ishvallan people. No one else would be able to kill the way that they had.
---X---
The reconstruction was going well. Alchemy helped speed up the process.
President Roy Mustang had asked for the help of alchemists from all over the country to come help with the reconstruction of Ishval. Sins had been forgiven and new light had been shed on both cultures. The Ishvallans welcomed alchemy as a gift from God. And the amount of people that had come east to help the Ishvallans had been overwhelming.
Peace was being made.
Roy put an arm around his wife and smiled. In the distance, they could see the ex-Fullmetal alchemist and the ex-serial killer Scar working together. Miles and Falman were talking over a cold drink. Doctor Marco was doing what he does best-although he wouldn’t agree-healing people in a tent by the south side of the encampment.
Riza squeezed Roy’s hand. “I love you,” she said.
They would make it through everything. They would repent for what they chose to use the array, an array made to better the world, for. One by one, everyone, everything they had wronged, they would plead forgiveness. As well as themselves.
“I do too,” Roy said before he seals his mouth over hers.
Author: Sofipitch
Set + Theme: Set 2, theme 8
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing(platonic or romantic)/Character/Threesome: Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye, Romantic
Rating: PG
Genre(s): General, Hurt/Comfort
Warning(s): Spoilers
Word Count: 864
Disclaimer/Claimer: When pigs fly.
Summary: She had to keep hope.
“Together they could brave satan and all of his legions.”
-“Wuthering Heights”, Emily Bronte
It was hard to understand why they’d want her out on the battle field. They said that there was a shortage of soldiers. They needed more, so they took them right out of the academy. At first they said they would only take the best of the best, and only males. Then times changed. Everyone but the very worst were shipped out.
---X---
They were everywhere. Dotting the country-side. Setting fire to the pastures. Explosions. The entire eastern section of Amestris burned. Sorrow. Sadness. Regret. Riza felt them in her heart, but she could not feel them welling up in her eyes or running down her face.
The man she loved was the one causing all this. Or at least the man she thought she loved. But she couldn’t blame him for this. She might as well be out there helping him.
It was her array after all.
---X---
Her coffee was cold, without the luxury of ice, but it still sent a refreshing chill down her throat nonetheless. Warm coffee would be stupid. They were in the desert, they had to act like it.
“Good Morning Riza!” Maes Hughes sits down at the table with her, his smile a ridiculous size for the conditions he is living in. But Riza believes he makes sure the toothy grin stays on his face for others to see for others to draw hope. Those that don’t think he’s a dead man. Riza draws hope. “How are you doing today?” he asks. He’s overly cheerful today.
Riza smiles and nods. “Fine.”
“Well that’s great. I think we’re going to have a fine day today, weathers lovely.” When he talks it almost sounds as if he is talking to a child.
Riza doesn’t know what he means by fine day. She thinks it might mean no fighting, that the Ishvallans are resting, but some might take it as fighting. They say everyday of fighting is a step closer towards the end of the war. Riza doesn’t know which one she wants, she just wants the nightmare to end.
“Weather’s always the same here.” Riza says as she lifts her cup to her lips.
“It rained once. That was nice.” His voice got a bit quieter as a blanket of silence fell upon them.
“Where’s Roy?” She asks. If they can help it, the two usually aren’t far from each other.
“Oh.” Maes’ face suddenly became downcast. He looked up at her from under his eyelashes. “He’s out working. He got a special mission.”
Riza could’ve cried. Instead she finishes her coffee.
---X---
“Are you going to stay?” Roy asks. “In the military, I mean.”
Riza shrugs. She thinks she is, but isn’t sure. Does she really want to? In exchange for helping people, she has to kill them as well.
“I am.” Roy looks ahead into the distance, as if he can see his hopes, dreams, goals all there waiting for him.
Riza studies the lines on his face. The furrow of his eyebrows and the clench of his jaw. “You haven’t given up have you,” she says. Her voice is but a whisper.
“No.”
She has yet to tell him she came to follow him. And now, she also feels she cannot go back on her original goal. He still has faith that he can do what’s right, so she decides that so should she.
---X---
He burned her delicately. He was quick, yet she felt as if the process where slow. It was excruciating. Roy would watch the flame as it traveled along her back, and once a satisfactory welt had been made, he would put it out.
He wasn’t burning the whole array, just the important parts. Just enough so that it could never be decoded.
It still hurt though. But as she cried out, she felt as if she were repenting for all her sins against the Ishvallan people. No one else would be able to kill the way that they had.
---X---
The reconstruction was going well. Alchemy helped speed up the process.
President Roy Mustang had asked for the help of alchemists from all over the country to come help with the reconstruction of Ishval. Sins had been forgiven and new light had been shed on both cultures. The Ishvallans welcomed alchemy as a gift from God. And the amount of people that had come east to help the Ishvallans had been overwhelming.
Peace was being made.
Roy put an arm around his wife and smiled. In the distance, they could see the ex-Fullmetal alchemist and the ex-serial killer Scar working together. Miles and Falman were talking over a cold drink. Doctor Marco was doing what he does best-although he wouldn’t agree-healing people in a tent by the south side of the encampment.
Riza squeezed Roy’s hand. “I love you,” she said.
They would make it through everything. They would repent for what they chose to use the array, an array made to better the world, for. One by one, everyone, everything they had wronged, they would plead forgiveness. As well as themselves.
“I do too,” Roy said before he seals his mouth over hers.