she knows roy has always been bad (secretly) at womanizing. has been lying to everyone to keep up a facade that only she and the rest of their team knows. roy mustang has crafted, and created, performed and protected this image that came across to the rest of the capital, and riza has been a helped. riza has been an active support in that, and she knows.
but for whatever reason, for the last ten minutes, she hasn't been able to connect the dots. why roy has never really settled down, why he pretends to keep up this energy when it's nothing but a lie. why she is certain, certain, she has shared more meals with the general roy mustang than any girlfriend, or wife, or potential, would. what she also doesn't quite understand, or at least hasn't considered seriously, is that fact is something she is. comfortable with.
except that it has started to connect. except that general- no. not general. right now, standing in front of her, he is just roy mustang. the thin teenage boy who came to live at her home. the boy she'd watched become a weapon, a soldier, a man. roy mustang, who she has cried over too many times already, who caught her eyes, prepared to commit the worst sin known to man, and who listened - was standing on front of her, turned to face her, who was saying something about rule books and breaking them and is stepping towards her and for whatever reason, for whatever possible reason that she can imagine, her heart is racing.
would you say yes if i was? ]
I- [ riza can't breathe, for just a second there, because in that second it all finally falls into place.
roy mustang is asking her out to dinner.
roy mustang is asking her out on a date.
roy mustang is nervous, roy mustang is unsure, roy mustang is putting up a front and putting up a face to pretend like he's not about to vibrate out of his skin because he is asking her out on a date and she.
isn't sure how to react.
so instead, riza blinks. once. as is to make sure her faculties are working, to make sure this moment is real. but roy is now half a step closer and looking at her in that easy confidence he can still somehow have, and her chest tightens. her breath comes faster, harder, before she finally can exhale.
answer the question. ]
I- [ good god, riza. pull yourself together.
she swallows, her eyes darting off to the side in this indiscriminate hallway of some space ship out in the middle of nowhere in an impossible situation that she has - if she's being honest - only actually survived because of the man standing in front of her. and then she's looking back to him. ]
Honestly? [ and her next exhale sounds almost like a laugh, something soft. something too fond and too telling. she doesn't know what she's doing, what the words that come next even mean, but they feel right, somehow. in some way. ]
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she knows roy has always been bad (secretly) at womanizing. has been lying to everyone to keep up a facade that only she and the rest of their team knows. roy mustang has crafted, and created, performed and protected this image that came across to the rest of the capital, and riza has been a helped. riza has been an active support in that, and she knows.
but for whatever reason, for the last ten minutes, she hasn't been able to connect the dots. why roy has never really settled down, why he pretends to keep up this energy when it's nothing but a lie. why she is certain, certain, she has shared more meals with the general roy mustang than any girlfriend, or wife, or potential, would. what she also doesn't quite understand, or at least hasn't considered seriously, is that fact is something she is. comfortable with.
except that it has started to connect. except that general- no. not general. right now, standing in front of her, he is just roy mustang. the thin teenage boy who came to live at her home. the boy she'd watched become a weapon, a soldier, a man. roy mustang, who she has cried over too many times already, who caught her eyes, prepared to commit the worst sin known to man, and who listened - was standing on front of her, turned to face her, who was saying something about rule books and breaking them and is stepping towards her and for whatever reason, for whatever possible reason that she can imagine, her heart is racing.
would you say yes if i was? ]
I- [ riza can't breathe, for just a second there, because in that second it all finally falls into place.
roy mustang is asking her out to dinner.
roy mustang is asking her out on a date.
roy mustang is nervous, roy mustang is unsure, roy mustang is putting up a front and putting up a face to pretend like he's not about to vibrate out of his skin because he is asking her out on a date and she.
isn't sure how to react.
so instead, riza blinks. once. as is to make sure her faculties are working, to make sure this moment is real. but roy is now half a step closer and looking at her in that easy confidence he can still somehow have, and her chest tightens. her breath comes faster, harder, before she finally can exhale.
answer the question. ]
I- [ good god, riza. pull yourself together.
she swallows, her eyes darting off to the side in this indiscriminate hallway of some space ship out in the middle of nowhere in an impossible situation that she has - if she's being honest - only actually survived because of the man standing in front of her. and then she's looking back to him. ]
Honestly? [ and her next exhale sounds almost like a laugh, something soft. something too fond and too telling. she doesn't know what she's doing, what the words that come next even mean, but they feel right, somehow. in some way. ]
I think I- I would, if you were.