Beginning / RoyxRiza
Title: Beginning
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Riza-centric, Roy/Riza
Rating: T
A/N: Future!fic.
The war is over and we are beginning
It takes Riza Hawkeye two and a half weeks to remember that she doesn't need to set her alarm clock for work anymore.
She wakes up to the sound of loud, jarring ringing, starts getting out of bed to get ready for the day, and then feels a warm hand on her arm.
"It's too early."
Roy is the one person who hasn't had any difficulty adjusting - to both his new unemployment, and the fact that he now spends nearly every night at Riza's apartment. It's a lot to get used to, but Riza's beginning to manage.
"Sorry, sir, I forgot again," she'll reply, and he'll pull her closer and whisper in her ear: "You don't have to call me that any more."
She knows she doesn't, but... old habits die hard.
The reason she is lying in his arms instead of sitting in her office right now is simple. Everyone who was involved in the "incident" - that's what they're referring to it as now, not "the alchemists/homunculi battle" or "the fight against and eventual overthrowing of King Bradley," just "the incident," as if to sanitize it and pretend as much as possible that it never happened - anyone involved has been "temporarily suspended" from the military for the time being.
Riza, needless to say, does not enjoy this. Free time doesn't agree with her; she likes schedules and plans and never having to worry about what to do with herself. She fills up most of her time now practicing her marksmanship - just because she's out of the military for the moment doesn't mean she's ready to drop her guns and become a housewife. The closest she's come to that is learning to cook, and even then she's set fire to the kitchen more than once.
The one similarity to her old schedule since all this began: she still goes grocery shopping every Friday evening, Black Hayate trailing behind her on his leash, and the lady behind the counter will notice that she's shopping for two now, not one woman and a small dog, but she won't say a thing, just give her a knowing look that says it all.
The war has ended.
For Riza, life is just beginning.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Riza-centric, Roy/Riza
Rating: T
A/N: Future!fic.
The war is over and we are beginning
It takes Riza Hawkeye two and a half weeks to remember that she doesn't need to set her alarm clock for work anymore.
She wakes up to the sound of loud, jarring ringing, starts getting out of bed to get ready for the day, and then feels a warm hand on her arm.
"It's too early."
Roy is the one person who hasn't had any difficulty adjusting - to both his new unemployment, and the fact that he now spends nearly every night at Riza's apartment. It's a lot to get used to, but Riza's beginning to manage.
"Sorry, sir, I forgot again," she'll reply, and he'll pull her closer and whisper in her ear: "You don't have to call me that any more."
She knows she doesn't, but... old habits die hard.
The reason she is lying in his arms instead of sitting in her office right now is simple. Everyone who was involved in the "incident" - that's what they're referring to it as now, not "the alchemists/homunculi battle" or "the fight against and eventual overthrowing of King Bradley," just "the incident," as if to sanitize it and pretend as much as possible that it never happened - anyone involved has been "temporarily suspended" from the military for the time being.
Riza, needless to say, does not enjoy this. Free time doesn't agree with her; she likes schedules and plans and never having to worry about what to do with herself. She fills up most of her time now practicing her marksmanship - just because she's out of the military for the moment doesn't mean she's ready to drop her guns and become a housewife. The closest she's come to that is learning to cook, and even then she's set fire to the kitchen more than once.
The one similarity to her old schedule since all this began: she still goes grocery shopping every Friday evening, Black Hayate trailing behind her on his leash, and the lady behind the counter will notice that she's shopping for two now, not one woman and a small dog, but she won't say a thing, just give her a knowing look that says it all.
The war has ended.
For Riza, life is just beginning.