Author's Note: A short, drabblish fic on the topic of, yep, you guessed it, Royai. Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. The idea for this, on the other hand, is mine entirely. The opening and ending lyrics are from the song "Momentum", and are copyright to Vienna Teng, not me.
This was inspired by the song "Momentum" by Vienna Teng, hence the title. There's little connection, actually, between title, song and fic. But I did come up witht the idea for this while listening to that song, so chyeah.
It's becoming a somewhat unhealthy obsession, I'm afraid. However, this means that people will get more fluffy, silly Royai fics from yours truly. Ha. x) Anyway. I've rated this because I felt the need to swear once, and for implied situations to do with a bed and two people. I'll leave the rest to your imaginations. ;3 Please review, I always love opinions! (leave out flames or degrading comments; I like constructive comments.)
The night's like coffee to my tongue,
like waking up without a sound.
I map the words out;
maybe you will say them.
"When you love someone, you can see through any guise, any shield they may put up. It just works like that; over time, you'll realise that is what's happening because you'll notice you have that ability. The person you love could be the most amazing liar, but you couldn't care less, because their lies mean nothing." He let out a low chuckle. "This is what love is; sitting together in the early hours of the morning, watching the sun rise through the window opposite the bed. It's the smell of gentle, fruity soap mixed with the metallic scent of firearms." He exhaled slowly, tightening his strong, possessive hold on her, placing his chin lazily on her shoulder. "I guess that's why love's so overrated and fucked up."
She snorted in response.
"An evocative start to the speech, Taisa, with a rather undignified end. You never learn, do you? Well, it hardly surprises me." She stifled a yawn, settling back against him, her fingers gripped on his hands, clasped around her middle. "Of course, you have a point, though if it was me, I'd put it in a less coarse way."
"My dear Riza, you seem to have forgotten my name. We have long since passed the barrier that "Taisa" and "Chuui" set up. Anyway, it hardly surprises me that you would wish to add a touch of elegance to my final sentence, though personally I think it was the closest you can get to the truth." He nipped her neck teasingly, her hair soft against his cheek.
"You're so typical."
"So are you."
There was a significant pause.
They were both thinking it; saying "I love you" too many times would wear away the thrill of the meaning. It was preying on their minds; should they say it, should they not? Somehow, after moments of silent reasoning passed, they both arrived at the same conclusion; what need was there for words when they already knew it, as if it had been tattooed inside their eyelids, as if it had been etched into the tableau that made up their minds?
Forgive me the confusion;
forgive me as I realize my thoughts betrayed.
You are the answer,
cry and smile the same.