[ closed ]
Characters: Riza Hawkeye (aeterna_fidelis) and Roy Mustang (thewarisover)
Location: Riza's place (Ahem. Living room)
Rating: PG~ (Maybe borders on PG-13?)
Time: Sept 8, 2009, Afternoon
Description: Normal life is good, yes? Only on the surface. Roy works, and so does Riza...and eventually they have to talk.
( Forecast: Afternoon: normal, with some awkwardness. Later: some angst )
Location: Riza's place (Ahem. Living room)
Rating: PG~ (Maybe borders on PG-13?)
Time: Sept 8, 2009, Afternoon
Description: Normal life is good, yes? Only on the surface. Roy works, and so does Riza...and eventually they have to talk.
( Forecast: Afternoon: normal, with some awkwardness. Later: some angst )
Comments 30
It took Roy about a second too long to realize that he was being addressed. The alchemist blinked for a moment, pulling his mind away from the figures and the facts and the conjecture and the possibilities in order to answer.
"Getting there, I think."
He had taken to using Riza's apartment as his temporary office since Death the Kidd had placed him in charge of formulating a security team - he had not wanted to work on the plans at the apartment that he shared with Dojima and Nanako. Bringing work home just wasn't something he did, especially when he happened to be living with people.
That, and he couldn't exactly have Riza tag along with him every day, nor ask Hughes, if ever, to come around. Things were better as they were until he managed to get proper office space again.
Reply
A part of her appreciated him being here. When he had first requested, she had been mildly surprised, but had oblige, seeing no reason why not. If anything, it was convenient--
and that she was more successful at making him leaver earlier at night. Because had this been in his office, he would always be the last the leave. Now, he couldn't.
"That list you were asking about--I finished it last night." She continued, a little out of the blue, but knowing he would understand.
Reply
And he was thankful, only he really couldn't do more but spare her a glance and a swift smile before he went right back to those papers. A moment later, his hand was reaching out, blindly feeling around for the mug, retrieving it, taking a sip. His eyes never left the manuscript he had just finished.
He hadn't thought about the particulars of the arrangement, not really. He needed a place to work; he needed someone familiar with him close at hand to assist. This wasn't about seeing whether things really hadn't changed between Riza and Riza, or re-establishing a rhythm he had cut himself away from but needed like air and water. It was simply practical, pragmatic, perfectly suited to fulfilling his needs.
"We can go over it, after I finish this."
...Yes, he was lying to himself and he knew it. This time, though, he wasn't so sure whether he could deal with it better than he could deal with the truth.
Reply
She watched his movements without saying anything. The way he did things these days was, well, meticulous and unvarying. There was certainly an amount of control in order to do that.
Riza returned to her own seat, setting her mug down on a shelf away from the papers. "That's fine with me," she replied, slowly. "Anything else?" Maybe? Possibly?
It was supposed to be yes, they did have more things to discuss. But she didn't quite want to bring them up...it would seem rude.
Reply
Funny: Roy wasn't too sure either. Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe that was obvious, in the way he tried to smile at her, in that moment.
Reply
In any case, she reached for his mug and tugged on it, to give him more coffee.
"I can only give...as much as you ask for," Riza said, cautiously.
Reply
The smile came soon enough, though, because what else could he do but smile at a time like this?
"That's more than enough."
Reply
But she caught his smile, and she ended up returning it.
Reply
Leave a comment