[ moving into step with him is easy. and if she's being honest, it's the most familiar thing she's done since arriving on this ship. roy takes the initiative and riza follows, not even needing to so much as to watch where he is going to know where her feet need to land.
it feels a bit like she's finally able to breathe, the tension and uncertainty that has been boiling under her skin slowly fading to something more manageable. he speaks, and she makes a noise of agreement - something along the lines of mmhmm - as they continue.
but even still, something was off. riza couldn't place what, and it caught her wandering attention as they continued, their pace slow, their stances relaxed. she couldn't keep her mind from returning to his words - i wanted to take you out to dinner. it had been a casual comment, almost flippant, and riza's mind just keeps flashing back to all the times they have eaten dinner. meals. the times over the last year or so that they've just simply existed together. countless nights with the two of them holed up, eating food, talking. it had become habit, by this point. normal. and yet.
i wanted to take you out to dinner
there's something more to it, but riza can't figure out what. maybe it's the ship finally getting to her, the familiar pressure at the back of her eyes, the low running headache she's had for days. maybe she's imagining it all-
except that is when roy speaks. when roy, still walking, still casual, saying things like i wanted to take you out to dinner just to take you out to dinner and riza just. stops. right in the middle of the hallway, her eyes now on the back of his head, his retreating form. there is that feeling again, that knowing that there is something else. and nevermind the way her chest tightens, nevermind the way her mind briefly wanders before it's just pushed away again. ]
Sir. [ to get his attention, in case he hasn't noticed. and when he turns to look at her, her expression will be serious. there is panic, somewhere in the back of her mind. a louder voice saying don't be stupid, there's no way. but then she remembers that it is roy mustang, who has the entire capital fooled into thinking he's some kind of womanizer, who messes up and panics and buys entire cars full of flowers.
who is, also, freaking out. in that low, subtle, small kind of way that riza can still pick up on. ]
Be honest with me. [ it's been how many years. ] Because I'm exhausted, and I'm hearing voices that aren't there, and we've been through enough of these worlds- [ that make people act strangely. but she cuts herself off, pressing her lips together in a thin line for one moment, then two, before her body seems to soften. ]
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it feels a bit like she's finally able to breathe, the tension and uncertainty that has been boiling under her skin slowly fading to something more manageable. he speaks, and she makes a noise of agreement - something along the lines of mmhmm - as they continue.
but even still, something was off. riza couldn't place what, and it caught her wandering attention as they continued, their pace slow, their stances relaxed. she couldn't keep her mind from returning to his words - i wanted to take you out to dinner. it had been a casual comment, almost flippant, and riza's mind just keeps flashing back to all the times they have eaten dinner. meals. the times over the last year or so that they've just simply existed together. countless nights with the two of them holed up, eating food, talking. it had become habit, by this point. normal. and yet.
i wanted to take you out to dinner
there's something more to it, but riza can't figure out what. maybe it's the ship finally getting to her, the familiar pressure at the back of her eyes, the low running headache she's had for days. maybe she's imagining it all-
except that is when roy speaks. when roy, still walking, still casual, saying things like i wanted to take you out to dinner just to take you out to dinner and riza just. stops. right in the middle of the hallway, her eyes now on the back of his head, his retreating form. there is that feeling again, that knowing that there is something else. and nevermind the way her chest tightens, nevermind the way her mind briefly wanders before it's just pushed away again. ]
Sir. [ to get his attention, in case he hasn't noticed. and when he turns to look at her, her expression will be serious. there is panic, somewhere in the back of her mind. a louder voice saying don't be stupid, there's no way. but then she remembers that it is roy mustang, who has the entire capital fooled into thinking he's some kind of womanizer, who messes up and panics and buys entire cars full of flowers.
who is, also, freaking out. in that low, subtle, small kind of way that riza can still pick up on. ]
Be honest with me. [ it's been how many years. ] Because I'm exhausted, and I'm hearing voices that aren't there, and we've been through enough of these worlds- [ that make people act strangely. but she cuts herself off, pressing her lips together in a thin line for one moment, then two, before her body seems to soften. ]
What are you trying to say?