Another one~ And it's Royai this time! :D
I wrote this one really quickly~ It's probably not top-notch, but the best I can churn out for now. I'll probably go back some day and be like "D: Awful" but enjoy it for now~ It's kind of weird. But I like the idea of it. It came to me today.
Roy Mustang couldn't understand why Havoc liked cigarettes so much.
Cigarettes. They were rolled up pieces of paper with dried leaves stuffed inside. That was all. There was nothing more to it. Not to mention it cost nearly three cenz for a pack of twelve. Three cenz. Roy could buy two meals (frozen) with that kind of money. And yet Havoc spent money without a doubt on those paper tubes of his. What was he thinking, anyway?
He had asked him about it, of course. But his subordinate had given him an insufficient answer: "I'm addicted to it, that's all. I started one day and then I couldn't stop."
"Addicted," Roy had scoffed. "Addicted. Anything can be stopped, Havoc. That word has no meaning."
But Havoc had shaken his head. "You just don't get it, sir. Once you experience some kind of addiction in your life, you'll figure it out."
Stubborn as Roy was, he had replied, "I'm not going to get addicted to anything, Havoc. Nothing."
And that resolve had stayed the same for a while, until she walked into his life. Once she had just been someone he knew, and the next moment someone else.
It was the eyes that had gotten to him. Light brown, almost gold. Why hadn't he noticed them before? And that hair of hers. She had unclipped it at one time to comb it out, and he noticed how it had shimmered like yellow silk. And her scent...despite the gunpowder that clung to her almost daily, he would always smell a mixture of clean linen and lavender whenever she moved near him. Every time he did a fresh batch of laundry or walked next to a lavender plant he always thought of her.
He could never get enough of that cold stare, the slight smile she gave at times, or the way she said his name. "Colonel Roy Mustang." The way that it rolled off her tongue and formed into words in her sharp voice sounded like heaven.
He was hooked, and he couldn't stop.
Once he hadn't understood why Havoc enjoyed the cigarette of his so much. Now he understood it perfectly, because he had experienced it in his life.
Roy Mustang was addicted to Riza Hawkeye.
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