Prompt #94, Realistic Portrayal: "The Girl in the Bar"
Title: The Girl in the Bar
Author: gretchen8642
Series: Brotherhood/manga
Word Count: 1026
Rating: pg-13
Character(s): me (my name is Emma, not gretchen. I dunno I made this username when I was 14 don't ask I can't remember), Roy, others.
Summary: There must be loads of women like thi sin the background of Roy's life.
Warnings: spoilers for the end of the series
Notes: i saw this prompt and my first thought was, well, I'd have sex with Roy. then I realized well, it probably wouldn't be very serious, except on my end since I completely adore him. the bit at the end sort of ties into how I felt when fma ended, I guess.
also I'm stuck at the airport cause of stupid snow and everything is ruined forever D: D: D:
Emma wasn’t normally the sort of girl who got dressed up in a little dress and went to a bar, but she’d heard Roy Mustang was there sometimes-- so she took a chance. He was well known all throughout Central though he’d only been there for a short time-- the beautiful Colonel, fantastic lover, never gets tied down to anybody... just catch his eye, don’t be possessive, and he might be yours for an evening or two.
It wasn’t too hard to get him the first time, she bought him a drink, they talked about nothing (he’s in the military, she knew that, he’s the flame alchemist, she knew that as well...) and it wasn’t too hard to get him back in her apartment.
The rumors were true, of course-- fantastic in bed, made you feel like a goddess for one night... and in the morning he kissed her face, got dressed, and struggled to remember her name.
“Emma.” She said softly, and he smiled. “Of course. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
---
He didn’t call, and frankly she wasn’t terribly surprised. Wild stallion, that Mustang. Doesn’t like to be tied down, doesn’t like to belong to anyone. Plus, he’s got his eye on that blond chick he works with.
But those eyes, that face... ever etched in her mind, she wasn’t really planning on giving up that easily. There was something about Roy Mustang... something that made her heart ache when she thought of him.
So she went back to that bar when she could, hoping that maybe he’d be there one time, maybe they could start something somewhat regular-- completely detached, of course.
---
The next time Emma saw him at the bar, he’d lost a lot of weight, he didn’t really seem like the same characteristic Colonel that made women wet themselves... as such, he was drinking alone, and she took her chance. Charismatic or not, this was Roy Mustang-- that meant something to her.
She got him a beer, they exchanged words... his friend had been killed, (what? why?) he wasn’t much in the mood to talk (oh), but if she had something else in mind...
So they went to her apartment, and Roy took her right there in her hallway... didn’t bother turning the lights on, or getting completely undressed... he was rough, he didn’t look at her, and holy hell it was probably the best fuck she’d ever had in her life.
“Are you alright?” She asked a bit later, handing him a cup of tea.
“I will be.” He smiled at her. “You’re sweet, you know that?”
She blushed. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.”
He didn’t say anything, just kissed her once before he left for the night.
---
The following time together was different... he refused to take his shirt off (something about a scar, a bad burn... didn’t want to go into the details). And Emma obliged of course, if he felt bad about them, she wouldn’t force him to show her... he looked into her eyes then, moved gingerly, held her like she was the most precious thing in the world... since he was realizing just how fragile life was, how easy something you love can be snatched from under your feet.
Weeks later he came to her, for once. At her doorstep, completely rattled. “He took everything.” Roy whispered. “My whole team...” Emma held him close, shut her eyes... he’d confided in her and it made her heart soar.
When he fucked her that night, he wasn’t looking at *her*. His mind was with someone else, it wasn't her cheeks he was kissing, her hair he was nuzzling...
“You’re beautiful.” He’d whisper, and she’d manage a smile. “I need you.” He added, and she was silent, empty. This man would never, ever need her.
She knew that.
---
The last time Roy spent the night with her was the evening before the solar eclipse. He was completely on edge, wasted no time in pressing Emma against the wall in her hallway, hiking up her skirt, and taking her right there. She held onto his neck and mouthed that she loved him... and he didn’t hear her... or... she assumed he hadn’t heard her.
They went at it multiple times that night, he couldn’t sleep-- too much at stake, couldn’t talk about it, very important military stuff.
“Please be careful.” Emma said gently, smiling.
He kissed her cheek. “I will. Though I do have a tendency of getting caught in the middle of crazy stuff.”
“I’ve noticed.” She stroked his hands... she wouldn’t ask him to stay all night... hearing him reject her would have hurt too much.
Roy smiled and kissed her for one last time. “You be good, okay?”
“Yeah. Make her happy, Colonel.”
He gave Emma a look, and chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll do my best. Bye kiddo.”
---
The last time she saw him at the bar, was a few months later-- a new regime, Roy had gotten a promotion, saved the world... she was glad for him. “Guys!” He grinned at the small group of men at his table. “Hawkeye said yes!”
The men at his table cheered and clinked their beer glasses together. “That’s awesome sir!” A young man in spectacles beamed. “You’re gonna be so cute together!”
Emma smiled sadly and left the bar. “Congratulations, Roy.” She whispered. It had been inevitable, Roy had bigger and better things to do than carry on an affair with a women he’d met at the bar.
Roy’s heart had never been hers, she had no misconceptions about that. At least he was happy in the end... she could move on, as long as he was happy.
Still. It hurt to let him go, to let him fall out of her life... wondering what happened next, if he ever became Fuhrer, if he ever had children or... ‘As long as he’s safe... as long as she makes him happy...’
She could get through this... she could. All good things end eventually. No matter how much it hurts to let go... to wonder...
And know that he probably never even gave her a second thought.
Author: gretchen8642
Series: Brotherhood/manga
Word Count: 1026
Rating: pg-13
Character(s): me (my name is Emma, not gretchen. I dunno I made this username when I was 14 don't ask I can't remember), Roy, others.
Summary: There must be loads of women like thi sin the background of Roy's life.
Warnings: spoilers for the end of the series
Notes: i saw this prompt and my first thought was, well, I'd have sex with Roy. then I realized well, it probably wouldn't be very serious, except on my end since I completely adore him. the bit at the end sort of ties into how I felt when fma ended, I guess.
also I'm stuck at the airport cause of stupid snow and everything is ruined forever D: D: D:
Emma wasn’t normally the sort of girl who got dressed up in a little dress and went to a bar, but she’d heard Roy Mustang was there sometimes-- so she took a chance. He was well known all throughout Central though he’d only been there for a short time-- the beautiful Colonel, fantastic lover, never gets tied down to anybody... just catch his eye, don’t be possessive, and he might be yours for an evening or two.
It wasn’t too hard to get him the first time, she bought him a drink, they talked about nothing (he’s in the military, she knew that, he’s the flame alchemist, she knew that as well...) and it wasn’t too hard to get him back in her apartment.
The rumors were true, of course-- fantastic in bed, made you feel like a goddess for one night... and in the morning he kissed her face, got dressed, and struggled to remember her name.
“Emma.” She said softly, and he smiled. “Of course. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
---
He didn’t call, and frankly she wasn’t terribly surprised. Wild stallion, that Mustang. Doesn’t like to be tied down, doesn’t like to belong to anyone. Plus, he’s got his eye on that blond chick he works with.
But those eyes, that face... ever etched in her mind, she wasn’t really planning on giving up that easily. There was something about Roy Mustang... something that made her heart ache when she thought of him.
So she went back to that bar when she could, hoping that maybe he’d be there one time, maybe they could start something somewhat regular-- completely detached, of course.
---
The next time Emma saw him at the bar, he’d lost a lot of weight, he didn’t really seem like the same characteristic Colonel that made women wet themselves... as such, he was drinking alone, and she took her chance. Charismatic or not, this was Roy Mustang-- that meant something to her.
She got him a beer, they exchanged words... his friend had been killed, (what? why?) he wasn’t much in the mood to talk (oh), but if she had something else in mind...
So they went to her apartment, and Roy took her right there in her hallway... didn’t bother turning the lights on, or getting completely undressed... he was rough, he didn’t look at her, and holy hell it was probably the best fuck she’d ever had in her life.
“Are you alright?” She asked a bit later, handing him a cup of tea.
“I will be.” He smiled at her. “You’re sweet, you know that?”
She blushed. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.”
He didn’t say anything, just kissed her once before he left for the night.
---
The following time together was different... he refused to take his shirt off (something about a scar, a bad burn... didn’t want to go into the details). And Emma obliged of course, if he felt bad about them, she wouldn’t force him to show her... he looked into her eyes then, moved gingerly, held her like she was the most precious thing in the world... since he was realizing just how fragile life was, how easy something you love can be snatched from under your feet.
Weeks later he came to her, for once. At her doorstep, completely rattled. “He took everything.” Roy whispered. “My whole team...” Emma held him close, shut her eyes... he’d confided in her and it made her heart soar.
When he fucked her that night, he wasn’t looking at *her*. His mind was with someone else, it wasn't her cheeks he was kissing, her hair he was nuzzling...
“You’re beautiful.” He’d whisper, and she’d manage a smile. “I need you.” He added, and she was silent, empty. This man would never, ever need her.
She knew that.
---
The last time Roy spent the night with her was the evening before the solar eclipse. He was completely on edge, wasted no time in pressing Emma against the wall in her hallway, hiking up her skirt, and taking her right there. She held onto his neck and mouthed that she loved him... and he didn’t hear her... or... she assumed he hadn’t heard her.
They went at it multiple times that night, he couldn’t sleep-- too much at stake, couldn’t talk about it, very important military stuff.
“Please be careful.” Emma said gently, smiling.
He kissed her cheek. “I will. Though I do have a tendency of getting caught in the middle of crazy stuff.”
“I’ve noticed.” She stroked his hands... she wouldn’t ask him to stay all night... hearing him reject her would have hurt too much.
Roy smiled and kissed her for one last time. “You be good, okay?”
“Yeah. Make her happy, Colonel.”
He gave Emma a look, and chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll do my best. Bye kiddo.”
---
The last time she saw him at the bar, was a few months later-- a new regime, Roy had gotten a promotion, saved the world... she was glad for him. “Guys!” He grinned at the small group of men at his table. “Hawkeye said yes!”
The men at his table cheered and clinked their beer glasses together. “That’s awesome sir!” A young man in spectacles beamed. “You’re gonna be so cute together!”
Emma smiled sadly and left the bar. “Congratulations, Roy.” She whispered. It had been inevitable, Roy had bigger and better things to do than carry on an affair with a women he’d met at the bar.
Roy’s heart had never been hers, she had no misconceptions about that. At least he was happy in the end... she could move on, as long as he was happy.
Still. It hurt to let him go, to let him fall out of her life... wondering what happened next, if he ever became Fuhrer, if he ever had children or... ‘As long as he’s safe... as long as she makes him happy...’
She could get through this... she could. All good things end eventually. No matter how much it hurts to let go... to wonder...
And know that he probably never even gave her a second thought.