This just popped into my head last night after reading where the flowers from chapter 71 were going. It's just a oneshot/drabble, but I thought I'd share it as a sort of late Royai day contribution.
WARNING: This fic references chapters 71 and 72, mild spoilers for 71, nothing really significant to the plot from 72.
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Riza Hawkeye stared at the flowers waiting for her when she opened the door. He asked if I'd gotten the flowers, I didn't expect this many. She thought, as the boy Roy had sent helped her bring the flowers in.
A few moments later the very perplexed boy had left with a generous tip from Riza, who stared at the flowers now piled next to her phone and around the table. As she set about getting water for the flowers, she considered the irony of her entire situation.
How ironic it was that she, who could fight most mortal enemies without worrying, now jumped at shadows.
How ironic that she now had to fear darkness, when the person she'd sworn to protect wielded fire, one of the earliest sources of light.
Ironic that wherever there was light, there were shadows, and their inherent darkness.
But then again, maybe that wasn't ironic at all. Maybe it just showed the truth of her future. There could be no light without shadows. No matter how good, how light, the colonel, the others, and she made the country, there would always be darkness. Always some corruption, some evil.
It was disheartening to think about. But she'd known that the future was disheartening. She'd known that, in the end, Roy would probably pay the ultimate price for their dreams; that she would very probably follow him in that as she did in everything else.
But for right now, for this moment, she could just enjoy the fact that he'd sent her so many flowers.