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Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye
Theme set: Delta
Title: Somewhere to Follow
Rating: K+
Warning[s]: Might've taken some liberties with what is accepted as a sentence. Mood whiplash and no order in particular.
Notes: Harder to do than I thought. Enjoy!
Air.
Its on those dog days of summer, while the office becomes unbearably hot, that he knows she’s remembering Ishval when she murmurs ‘I need some air’ and flees to the freshen up in the bathroom.
Apples
She bites into the red apple, a drop of juice running down between her fingers, and from across the office all he thinks is - forbidden fruit.
Beginning
‘I’m Roy,’ was his friendly introduction, and a kick on the shin was her unfriendly response before she ran up the stairs without a word, leaving him both pained and confused.
Bugs
Her first day stationed in Ishval was the first and last time she ever hurled by the mere sight of something; a dead ishvalan child pestered by a million, flying bugs.
Coffee
She always drank tea, until she became the Fuhrer’s right hand woman; that day, she walked over to the coffee machine and filled her mug with the Colonel’s favorite, bitter drink.
Dark
There’s something in Fullmetal’s voice that tells him it isn’t really dark in here, so he buries his eyes in his hands and realizes its just him.
Despair
There are so many things she wishes she could tell him; I’ll be fine, help is coming, please don’t do it, please, Colonel… anything to wipe the despair off his face - but she can only hope he recognizes her eye signal.
Doors
She’s already in front of the familiar, wooden door when she remembers: this is not where I’m supposed to report anymore.
Drink
It’s always after the seventh drink when he starts with his confessions; I just love you, Hawkeye, you’ve done so much and you’re so beautiful, I… She just keeps sipping her drink nonchalantly, while the rest of their drunken group starts cat-calling.
Duty
The smell of blood, and ash, and desert make him imagine how disgusted she would be at him, and if this is even worth it anymore.
Earth
There was something in his now empty office that made him feel as small and useless as an ant - all is one, and one is all.
End
Her guns did nothing to that gorgeous, terrible woman - this is it, she thought, and with despair she collapsed to the floor and waited for the Homunculus to end it.
Fail
As an additional entertainment, he secretly likes to compare all the women he has to take out to Hawkeye - he always fails.
Fire
He hands her his discarded gloves and proceeds to wash his hands until the skin turns red and it aches - she waits outside the bathroom, listening to the running water, and the gloves are still warm between her hands.
Flexible
She hands him a paper for him to sign and their fingers brush and linger for a little too long - it’s no accident, just their office secret.
Flying
When she was thirteen, he dared to peck her on the lips - she instantly smacked the side of his head, of course, but she had to admit she felt her feet leave the floor for that millisecond.
Food
It was the sixth day after Maes’s death, and she kept seeing his meals untouched.
Foot
She swore to him she had seen Havoc’s right foot twitch, and when he walked over his sleeping form and pinched him just below the toenail, the blond woke up with a start - the three were left speechless for a few seconds before the waterworks began.
Grave
After the war he goes to his old master’s grave, and apologizes.
Green
He feels her cold gun against his head, and for a moment he envies - and despises - her resolve.
Head
The only thing on her mind that night was how he had used his fingers to trace the pattern inked on her back; she couldn’t get the thought out of her head, or the tingling feeling off her skin.
Hollow
It isn’t until he sees her empty look that he understands what Maes said about the eyes of a killer.
Honor
He stands before the Fuehrer’s desk, the one he has fought so hard to get, and he sees her from the corner giving him a look (we made it), and all he wants to do is grab her by the shoulders, thank her, and kiss her forever - it has to wait until the other officers are gone.
Hope
She had been tempted to pull the trigger and end him, she couldn’t deny it, but something had made her hesitate and point the rifle at the Ishvalan instead.
Light
The moment he saw her - she stood behind Dr. Marcoh, and he saw tears in her eyes again and the tiniest smile on her lips - was the moment he considered his sight fully restored.
Lost
“Where is that thing?” she asks, shutting a drawer closed, and he secretly enjoys the way her hair flicks as she turns her head in search of the hair clip.
Metal
As they dance he wishes they could forget, at least for a second, that they’re officer and subordinate; but he lowers his hand a little further down her back, feels the cold gun concealed under her fancy dress, and realizes they can’t.
New
She cuts her hair again, and it’s nice to feel new after so many years.
Old
“Just like old times,” he heard the Colonel murmur to her one day, and Havoc wondered how far back they really went.
Peace
As she buries the child, she can’t help considering him lucky, because he’s left the turbulent world she’s still stuck in.
Poison
If my father were still alive, this would definitely kill him, she thinks bitterly, as she clutches the Ishval recruitment letter to her chest.
Pretty
She enters the house and closes the door in cue with another thunderclap; she rests against the wood, her chest heaving under her soaked clothes, her hair plastered against her face and neck, and as she pushes it away something suddenly jolts inside young Roy Mustang’s stomach.
Rain
She thinks of him when it rains, and she can’t help being on edge and keeping her gun close even if she’s off duty.
Regret
She isn’t crying, but she angrily begs him to get this over with and her voice cracks - it makes him wish he never knew about the tattooed array on her skin, the one he’s being forced to destroy with its own secret.
Roses
He gives her roses one day, just because he wants her to feel less like a soldier and more like a woman, at least for once.
Secret
He starts off as confused, because she’s unbuttoning her shirt right in front of him as if it’s the most natural behavior in the world - but his heart races for a different reason when she turns around and he sees it, and he can feel bile rising in his throat.
Snakes
The girl is beautiful, and he can’t deny he’s attracted to her blue eyes, enticing, plump lips, and the way she slips the small piece of paper - the information he’s here for - into his pants’ pocket, snaking her fingers within the fabric for a little too long and producing a small shiver along his hip; he could do it right there, really, but like always something (someone) holds him back.
Snow
She waits for the perfect moment, when the rest of her team is distracted enough by Central’s first frost in years, to stick her tongue out and catch a falling snowflake.
Solid
She took him in her arms, helped him up, and told him she could still fight; it was like finally stepping onto solid ground.
Spring
He was scared, extremely scared, of his teacher finding out he had a hard time not noticing his daughter turning into a young woman.
Stable
He sometimes decided he would do it; be with her, and keep it hidden and risk their positions in the military while enjoying heavenly escapades and stolen kisses - but then he decided to wait, because it could be better than that.
Strange
They were sixteen, and he dared to kiss her again - and it was strange, because she neither pulled back instantly nor smacked him.
Summer
“I’m joining the military this summer,” he says into the silence, and her house suddenly seems bigger, older, and completely empty.
Taboo
The girls knew little about her; the mysterious Elizabeth, who they were not supposed to ask much about, especially not to him - they only knew that it didn’t matter what moves they used or how much they tried, the woman was in his mind permanently, and forever.
Ugly
Only he knew all of her scars, and only he was allowed to softly trace his fingers along each of them - it had always been him, and it would always be.
War
That night her eyes haunted him silently from across the small fire, and he wanted to grab her and yell at her because why in the world was she here? - he just looked away, because the others couldn’t know, or because he just couldn’t keep looking.
Water
He softly dabs a cold, wet towel against the burn on her back, and he feels her shaking under his touch with stifled sobs.
Welcome
She’s supposed to scream at him, demand him an explanation for leaving her all alone, all by herself, all so suddenly - but he returns, and she just silently watches him enter her father’s study, unnoticed.
Winter
She takes his coat one day by mistake, and as she shrugs it on she smells faint cologne, and fire, and him - and she keeps it for the night.
Wood
Her hands grip the wooden banister, and he takes one and plays with her fingers using his own as she softly chuckles - because they’re not afraid anymore, because she looks too beautiful tonight, and because he needs to measure her ring finger.