It takes time by larissa
For Roy and Riza, well, I guess you could say there were signs.
Lighting
There was something about the lighting in the room. That had got to be it, because Roy Mustang just couldn't imagine any other reason for what his eyes were seeing.
It was not like he had never noticed her before, of course. She was there sometimes, when he was studying with her father in order to become an alchemist. Even then, young and naïve, Riza had been one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.
Still, his respect for her father and his ambition had stopped him from truly analyzing what she could mean to him, had he tried anything with her.
In a way, he guessed, it just wasn't their time.
But, was this?
Roy glanced around him, trying to conceal his embarrassment from her as dark eyes shifted through the sunbathed living room with anxiety. Riza was standing with her back turned to him, arms securing her blouse around her front in an attempt to keep her modesty.
Needless to say that it wasn't doing anything to quell his imagination.
Her blonde hair was short, but it still caught the light that came from outside, adding to the mystic look of her silhouette. Riza's skin was fair with a golden property to it, like she had tiny fragments of the metal covering her.
It all made him want to reach out and touch her.
Roy blinked, awakening from his trance as Riza looked over her shoulder, reddish eyes staring at him in curiosity.
"Do you think you can figure out what father meant by these figures?"
Father. Yes, his teacher, the man who had taken Roy under his wing after so many had refused him.
The man took a moment to answer, recovering his breath after taking so long to rearrange his thoughts.
"I might, but we'll never know if I don't try."
His reply was light, in a tone Roy hoped to be comforting. Riza smiled back at him, bringing a hand to tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
He gulped down his uneasiness, attempting to focus on the images instead of the woman they were tattooed on.
Roy clenched his hands into fists, pressing them to his sides, watching the smooth inked skin of her back move with each breath Riza took. It tempted his touch, awakening something in him that made knots in his stomach.
It had to be the lighting.
This is the first of a series, ok? Just a bit of royai to calm down my feelings.