[ it's an interesting experience, to watch this side of roy from the receiving end. to have his eyes turned on her while his mind shifts and moves and prepares. she is so used to seeing it from the side, from the back, watching the way his shoulders would tense or his arms would cross. here, she can see his eyes, can see the cogs turning, can watch him as he puts the pieces in play.
if she's being honest, it's thrilling. she doesn't know why, because there should be some part of it that terrifying, but she can meet his eyes here and know (or at least guess) what he's trying to do, and.
riza's eyes dart away briefly before returning, the shock and surprise of the whole ordeal overwhelming her momentarily. but she keeps breathing, keeps herself steady, and when she does look back to him it's just in time to catch that look of deflating confidence (which, really, feels impossible despite knowing better) before she does, finally, answer him. and maybe it's not as direct as it could be, but it is an answer and he. laughs.
something flutters in her chest at that. even as her lips curl into a knowing smile, one brow arching. ] I'm not here to give you easy victories, sir. [ because that's true, she's not, but her focus isn't necessarily on the implications of that so much as it is on the way he closes the distance just a little more, hands hanging in his pockets easily, and her chest is still tight.
there is more to this she should be considering. the rules they're breaking, the lines they're crossing, the fact that roy mustang is standing in front of her with his heart on his sleeve asking her on a date and the world isn't, somehow, falling down around them. she crosses her arms over her chest, though it's more relaxed than anything, as her head tilts from one side to the other, as if she's considering. ]
Should I be worried about your gambling habits? [ a beat, before she lets out another breath of air, still smiling, still light. it sounds a bit like she's rolling her eyes, which she would if she could get past the loud beating in her chest. ]
Yes. I'm saying yes, I will go to dinner with you.
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if she's being honest, it's thrilling. she doesn't know why, because there should be some part of it that terrifying, but she can meet his eyes here and know (or at least guess) what he's trying to do, and.
riza's eyes dart away briefly before returning, the shock and surprise of the whole ordeal overwhelming her momentarily. but she keeps breathing, keeps herself steady, and when she does look back to him it's just in time to catch that look of deflating confidence (which, really, feels impossible despite knowing better) before she does, finally, answer him. and maybe it's not as direct as it could be, but it is an answer and he. laughs.
something flutters in her chest at that. even as her lips curl into a knowing smile, one brow arching. ] I'm not here to give you easy victories, sir. [ because that's true, she's not, but her focus isn't necessarily on the implications of that so much as it is on the way he closes the distance just a little more, hands hanging in his pockets easily, and her chest is still tight.
there is more to this she should be considering. the rules they're breaking, the lines they're crossing, the fact that roy mustang is standing in front of her with his heart on his sleeve asking her on a date and the world isn't, somehow, falling down around them. she crosses her arms over her chest, though it's more relaxed than anything, as her head tilts from one side to the other, as if she's considering. ]
Should I be worried about your gambling habits? [ a beat, before she lets out another breath of air, still smiling, still light. it sounds a bit like she's rolling her eyes, which she would if she could get past the loud beating in her chest. ]
Yes. I'm saying yes, I will go to dinner with you.