Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Song: Breaking the Girl - Anna Nalick (I don't own this either)
I am a man
Cut from the know
Rarely do friends
Come and then go
She was a girl
Soft but estranged
We were the two
Our lives rearranged
Feeling so good that day
A feeling of love that day...
Roy Mustang.
Confident in who he is. Knows what he wants.
Riza Hawkeye.
Quiet and soft-spoken. Tries to distance herself from other people.
They've known each other for a large portion of their lives.
Her life changed dramatically when he came into her life. It was the first time in years that there had been a third person in their house. It was the first time in a long time that she had spent any time with someone other than her father.
His life changed dramatically when he entered that house for the first time. He was going to learn alchemy, and that was all that mattered at the time. He had known that Mr. Hawkeye had a daughter, but she was nothing like he'd expected.
Raised by my dad
Girl of the day
He was my man
That was the way
She was the girl
Left alone
Feeling the need
To make me her home
I don't know what when or why
The twilight of love had arrived...
Her mother had died when she was young. Her father had raised her, but it was clear from the moment Roy met the two of them that he paid more attention to his research than to her.
She was the one who kept the house from falling apart. She kept the rooms clean, though they were rarely dirty considering she was the only one who ever used any part of the house other than the study. She made sure to keep the kitchen stocked and she made sure her father ate. Without her he would have died of starvation long ago. For the most part, the only contact she had with her father was to bring him his meals and retrieve the dishes when he had finished.
Then there were the rare occasions when her father descended from his second floor study. It was not usually a pleasant occurrence. Most of the time he shouted at her - the food was less than satisfactory, she was disturbing his research - there was always a complaint. She always took it in silence, but afterwards she was silent, sometimes for days, refusing to speak to anyone more than was necessary. Sometimes, on the rarest occasions - so rare that it only happened twice in the years that Roy spent living with them - her father would descend to ask her for a favor. There was something he needed to continue his research, or he needed her help with something.
Her eyes held secrets.
He wasn't sure he wanted to know what they were, when he thought about it. But he couldn't deny the fact that he was curious.
He once asked her why she kept her hair short and dressed in boys' clothes. She replied that it was inconvenient to wear skirts when you did all of the work around the house and the look on her face told him that he'd better not ask any more.
He wasn't exactly sure what he'd expected, but he'd been shocked when he finally found out the truth. That tattoo on her back was both awe-inspiring and terrible.
This, he thought to himself at the time, is what she's been hiding all these years. And he is right, for the most part.
A few years later, when she asks him to burn her, to burn her back beyond recognition he realizes that he might not know her as well as he thinks he does.
Twisting and turning
Your feelings are burning
You're breaking the girl
She meant you no harm
Think you're so clever
But now you must sever
You're breaking the girl
He loves no one else...
I don't really like this one. It didn't turn out how I wanted it to, and the ending is weird. The whole thing is weird. *bashes head into computer* I might end up trying this one again. Probably not. I'm too lazy.