March Prompt // Story continuation //A Touch of Rain
Title -- A Touch of Rain
Author-- cornerofmadness
series -- manga
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Rating -- general
Characters/Pairing -- Roy, Riza, hints of Royai
Word Count - 762
Warning -- angst
Summary -- It always rains when he visits.
Author’s Note -- Let's be honest, I probably have a hundred stories I could have chosen. I wasn't sure I'd chose any given my time restrictions but I had to give this a try because it was fun. I chose my very first story for the contest which was in fact, prompt #1. You can find it here. A Little Fall of Rain
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Roy felt the support on his arm fall away. He knew they had arrived. He put his hand out, feeling the slick, cool stone under his sore hands. Roy sank to his knees, putting his back to the stone. He pulled the flask out of his pocket. His fingers - still stiff from what Goldtooth had done to his hand - fumbled with the cap. He got it free and took a swig.
“It's been a while. You'll have to forgive me for that. I was ridiculously busy, buddy. It's all over. The boys got their bodies back; well most of it in Ed's case but the important thing is Alphonse is back and recovering. He's skinny but he looks good. I had a shipment of kittens sent to his hospital room. He cried. I wish I could have seen his face.”
Roy took another drink, feeling it burn down his throat, settling in a warm pleasant pool in the tightness of his core. He dragged his fingers across his eyes, which were covered by a bandage. “You might have noticed the bandage, Maes. Don't worry, I have eyes still, and they're healing, thanks to Marcoh and a Philosopher's Stone. He's healed Havoc's back. I did mention Havoc was paralyzed. I'm pretty sure I did.”
Roy flexed his fingers in the soft grass. It was lush. How long had it been growing? He couldn't think about it. “It's a really long story, but you deserve to know it.” He took another few drinks of whiskey then told Maes all about Goldtooth and the horrible thing he had done to Riza. He needed a few more drinks to get through telling Maes about Envy.
“I'm still angry at Riza and Edward for stopping me, Maes. I deserved to kill Envy. I don't see how it was any different than when I killed Lust. I wanted to get you justice but you know I tried, right? I couldn't put Riza under any more stress. If it had just been me and Edward, we'd be having a very different conversation.
“It all worked out though. She didn't die, and I would have let her die just so they couldn't get what they wanted.” Roy raised the flask to his lips with trembling hands. “I would...” His voice broke. Roy made a face. “I wish I never had to make that choice, Maes. I can't lose her. I lost more, too. I didn't mean to open the Gate, the same one Edward and Alphonse did. I'd explain it more but you never were very interested in alchemy.” He smiled faintly, resting his head back against the stone. “It took my eyes anyhow. Well, the optic nerves at any rate but like I said, they're healing now. Marcoh said the bandages could come off next week. Didn't stop me though.”
Roy rubbed his scarred hands together. “You would have been awed at how Riza and I did battle together, probably would have taken bets. I can do clap alchemy like the brothers now; well Alphonse at any rate. Edward gave his alchemy up, long story. I'll tell you that next time or let him do it.”
Roy took another swallow, his head swimming now. “But it worked out well in the end. Elicia and Gracia are fine, flourishing really. The brothers will get to have semi-normal lives. Once Alphonse is better, he and I are going to work on me perfecting my clap alchemy. Wish you could see it, buddy. It'll be spectacular.
“As for being Fuhrer, well, it's Grumman for now but he's old and that's sort of what the people need. Someone older, wiser, less frightening than a man who wields fire. Maybe it'll be me next, might be Olivier Armstrong. She's pretty scary too but...I think she would do a good job. Oh, damn, remind me to tell you this dream I had about me, her and Riza but next time.” Roy lowered his voice, snickering. “Riza's close by, and she might shoot me before I begged drunkenness as an excuse.”
Roy tucked his flask away. “It's time to go, Maes. I'll be back. Promise.” He wiped at his eyes again. “Damn, Maes. Every time I visit, it rains.” Roy held out his hand. “Riza.”
She slipped her hand into his, helping him up. “Follow me, sir.”
“Always, Riza, always. Goodbye, Maes. Until next time.”
He forgot to call her Hawkeye and he didn't care. They deserved a moment of intimacy under the hot afternoon sun even if it was marred by a touch of rain.
Author-- cornerofmadness
series -- manga
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Rating -- general
Characters/Pairing -- Roy, Riza, hints of Royai
Word Count - 762
Warning -- angst
Summary -- It always rains when he visits.
Author’s Note -- Let's be honest, I probably have a hundred stories I could have chosen. I wasn't sure I'd chose any given my time restrictions but I had to give this a try because it was fun. I chose my very first story for the contest which was in fact, prompt #1. You can find it here. A Little Fall of Rain
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Roy felt the support on his arm fall away. He knew they had arrived. He put his hand out, feeling the slick, cool stone under his sore hands. Roy sank to his knees, putting his back to the stone. He pulled the flask out of his pocket. His fingers - still stiff from what Goldtooth had done to his hand - fumbled with the cap. He got it free and took a swig.
“It's been a while. You'll have to forgive me for that. I was ridiculously busy, buddy. It's all over. The boys got their bodies back; well most of it in Ed's case but the important thing is Alphonse is back and recovering. He's skinny but he looks good. I had a shipment of kittens sent to his hospital room. He cried. I wish I could have seen his face.”
Roy took another drink, feeling it burn down his throat, settling in a warm pleasant pool in the tightness of his core. He dragged his fingers across his eyes, which were covered by a bandage. “You might have noticed the bandage, Maes. Don't worry, I have eyes still, and they're healing, thanks to Marcoh and a Philosopher's Stone. He's healed Havoc's back. I did mention Havoc was paralyzed. I'm pretty sure I did.”
Roy flexed his fingers in the soft grass. It was lush. How long had it been growing? He couldn't think about it. “It's a really long story, but you deserve to know it.” He took another few drinks of whiskey then told Maes all about Goldtooth and the horrible thing he had done to Riza. He needed a few more drinks to get through telling Maes about Envy.
“I'm still angry at Riza and Edward for stopping me, Maes. I deserved to kill Envy. I don't see how it was any different than when I killed Lust. I wanted to get you justice but you know I tried, right? I couldn't put Riza under any more stress. If it had just been me and Edward, we'd be having a very different conversation.
“It all worked out though. She didn't die, and I would have let her die just so they couldn't get what they wanted.” Roy raised the flask to his lips with trembling hands. “I would...” His voice broke. Roy made a face. “I wish I never had to make that choice, Maes. I can't lose her. I lost more, too. I didn't mean to open the Gate, the same one Edward and Alphonse did. I'd explain it more but you never were very interested in alchemy.” He smiled faintly, resting his head back against the stone. “It took my eyes anyhow. Well, the optic nerves at any rate but like I said, they're healing now. Marcoh said the bandages could come off next week. Didn't stop me though.”
Roy rubbed his scarred hands together. “You would have been awed at how Riza and I did battle together, probably would have taken bets. I can do clap alchemy like the brothers now; well Alphonse at any rate. Edward gave his alchemy up, long story. I'll tell you that next time or let him do it.”
Roy took another swallow, his head swimming now. “But it worked out well in the end. Elicia and Gracia are fine, flourishing really. The brothers will get to have semi-normal lives. Once Alphonse is better, he and I are going to work on me perfecting my clap alchemy. Wish you could see it, buddy. It'll be spectacular.
“As for being Fuhrer, well, it's Grumman for now but he's old and that's sort of what the people need. Someone older, wiser, less frightening than a man who wields fire. Maybe it'll be me next, might be Olivier Armstrong. She's pretty scary too but...I think she would do a good job. Oh, damn, remind me to tell you this dream I had about me, her and Riza but next time.” Roy lowered his voice, snickering. “Riza's close by, and she might shoot me before I begged drunkenness as an excuse.”
Roy tucked his flask away. “It's time to go, Maes. I'll be back. Promise.” He wiped at his eyes again. “Damn, Maes. Every time I visit, it rains.” Roy held out his hand. “Riza.”
She slipped her hand into his, helping him up. “Follow me, sir.”
“Always, Riza, always. Goodbye, Maes. Until next time.”
He forgot to call her Hawkeye and he didn't care. They deserved a moment of intimacy under the hot afternoon sun even if it was marred by a touch of rain.