She erupted that day, out of the deserts of Ishbal, like a devil from the underworld. I'm smirking as I write this because that's no way to describe this blonde haired beauty of mine. However, I think it's a rather adequate metaphor. Her amber eyes, thin lips, vivacious face and her calloused, thin fingers had me where I stood. Where ever I stood. Of course, Riza Hawkeye was the devil. A devil who's only evil was unintentional. Yes, her one flaw was that fact that she was going to be the death of me.
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This was originally to be the beginning for a two chapter story I was going to write on Roy and Riza. I have half of the first chapter done, but I'm not entirely sure where I was going with it?
Please leave your comments, I'd love to hear from them. It would make my day several times over. I shall leave it in your hands as to whether I should hazard the final chapter or not. Thank you for your time.