A/N: I wanted prompts to write Royai moments, and I thought, hey! I'll do the seven deadly sins! That's fitting, right?
Anyway, first prompt is Envy. Enjoy!
ENVY
Hawkeye's hair was longer now, she left it unpinned today, as it cascaded smoothly past her shoulders.
Roy's fingers coiled tensely around the handle of his coffee mug. His eyes followed the figure of his diligent Lieutenant, as she waited patiently in line for breakfast at the mess hall.
The Lieutenant was always beautiful, but now, her long locks of golden hair stood out in striking contrast against the uniformly, short-cropped hairstyles of the, largely male, military.
The Colonel found it difficult not to steal glances, but he soon realized, his wasn't the only pair of eyes trained on the Lieutenant.
Roy's obsidian eyes slanted dangerously as it keenly tracked Hawkeye…
…and the man that followed closely behind her.
He drummed his fingers with agitation, the food on his tray was left untouched, and growing colder.
He's too close. Roy internally seethed.
He watched the man shyly tap Hawkeye's shoulder in greeting.
The Lieutenant turned around, and her eyes lit up in recognition. Roy noted the small smile that played on her lips, as they began to chat companionably while moving further in line.
They seemed to know one another. The attractive, sandy haired man looked as if he was telling a story to the Lieutenant, his hands moved with lively animation, and his face grinned widely.
As the pair acquired breakfast, they moved to part ways, but just before he left, the man leaned closer to Hawkeye, and intently brushed a small curtain of hair over the shell of her ear.
It was intimate.
Too intimate.
The Colonel turned away angrily, as a lance of jealousy pierced him. He felt its contagion seep and spread outward, effusing his body with a possessive bitterness that left him feeling helpless and resentful.
A few minutes later, the Lieutenant moved towards the Colonel, setting her tray down on the table in front of him.
"Your hair isn't up," Roy tersely noted, keenly aware of how ridiculous the inane comment was.
Hawkeye stared at him with confusion before carefully replying, "No, sir."
The Lieutenant was aware that something was off. She slowly lowered herself in the seat across from him.
"Is everything alright, sir?"
"Everything's fine," came his clipped response.
The Flame Alchemist threw back the rest of his coffee too quickly, and it scalded uncomfortably down his throat.