[closed] Give me your hand and take what you will
Who: Riza Hawkeye (firebornfidelis) and Roy Mustang (ignite_the_sky)
When: Just after he arrives
Where: Outlander building
Format: Paragraph
What: Oh, it's a reunion.
Warnings: Angst? sob
Riza had walked this way a thousand times, it felt. Followed these same streets between the patrol headquarters and the Outlander building. To help this one or that one, to run errands, execute orders. But never had these buildings and windows been such a blur. She was running and she didn't care what it looked like.
The Colonel. But it was impossible, people cannot come back from the dead. And she knew he had died. She'd sat beside the body, felt it go cold, saw all that blood - his blood - covering the ground.
He could be an illusion. She knew that. The mist could be cruel, could make her see things she wanted and take them away in a swirl of wind. Yank them just out of reach.
She had to see him, to stand beside him. She had to be sure he was real.
In building. Up the stairs and down the hall to the door he had told her. She touched the knob, out of breath, and for a moment considering just breaking the door down - like he did when she arrived, so so long ago - but she didn't. She stopped for a moment, catching her breath, and felt a whisper of fear. Maybe it wasn't him, maybe it was all an elaborate lie made to twist the knife deeper in her heart.
She knocked. The same as a hundred other times for a hundred other people, and tried to pretend that this wasn't a hundred times more important than any other.
"Colonel! It's Hawkeye."
When: Just after he arrives
Where: Outlander building
Format: Paragraph
What: Oh, it's a reunion.
Warnings: Angst? sob
Riza had walked this way a thousand times, it felt. Followed these same streets between the patrol headquarters and the Outlander building. To help this one or that one, to run errands, execute orders. But never had these buildings and windows been such a blur. She was running and she didn't care what it looked like.
The Colonel. But it was impossible, people cannot come back from the dead. And she knew he had died. She'd sat beside the body, felt it go cold, saw all that blood - his blood - covering the ground.
He could be an illusion. She knew that. The mist could be cruel, could make her see things she wanted and take them away in a swirl of wind. Yank them just out of reach.
She had to see him, to stand beside him. She had to be sure he was real.
In building. Up the stairs and down the hall to the door he had told her. She touched the knob, out of breath, and for a moment considering just breaking the door down - like he did when she arrived, so so long ago - but she didn't. She stopped for a moment, catching her breath, and felt a whisper of fear. Maybe it wasn't him, maybe it was all an elaborate lie made to twist the knife deeper in her heart.
She knocked. The same as a hundred other times for a hundred other people, and tried to pretend that this wasn't a hundred times more important than any other.
"Colonel! It's Hawkeye."