A short contemplation drabble on what words and actions mean to
Riza Hawkeye. No spoilers. Bad summery (cut me some slack, my back
hurts and a cat is digging his claws in my flesh).
Disclaimer: I smoke, I'm short, and I don't own FMA. Anything else you want me to admit? HMM?
Things that matter
Riza Hawkeye was often described as being alittle more masculine than other women her age. Maybe it was the guns, or how strict she seemed. At one point it was her hair, before she started growing it out and of course the Military uniform, which was, in all honesty, not flattering for most of the female officers. But probably the biggest reason that Riza Hawkeye was more masculine, was a reason that not many people knew about.
She simply believed that actions spoke louder than words.
Words, to her, held no meaning unless there was action behind them. Saying you were going to hit a target, didn't mean anything unless you hit it. Saying you could help someone meant nothing unless you did. Saying you were going to change the world for good, meant nothing unless you actually worked towards it. Saying you loved someone meant nothing unless you actually were.
Then there were so many times when she found that words were not needed at all. Just the touch of hand, the pull of a trigger, a smile, a shove, a shoulder to cry on, a kick, an embrace, or just standing by someone, could say so much more than words ever could.
She understood that, no, not everything could be said with actions. Words were needed at times and sometimes they could go along to helping someone.
But she knew that if a Fuhrer Mustang- no, when Fuhrer Mustang made history books, not many words would be written on how she had protected him. In fact she would probably be left out of the history books all together, right along with 2nd Lieutenants Havoc and Breada, Warrant Officer Farman, Sargant Major Furey, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, and countless others who had at one time or another, helped to push him towards his goal.
She also knew that in the end, what was written in the history books wouldn't matter.
In the end the labels put on people didn't really fit them and the words said about them can never really describe the person.
In the end, the marks she left on history wouldn't matter a thing. What would matter would be her actions, and the marks she left on the people who she cared about.
So, let people say what they want about Riza Hawkeye. She knew that there were other things that mattered...
Tada. My first serious fic on this site. This, as odd as it seems, just kinda came to me when I was talking with my father. It was just something I kept turning around in mind and this is what I came up with. If you want funny from me, then wait abit, I'm working on a Havoc/Riza. In other news, Its only the first of October and I've already broken out the candy...and its 3am and I'm not sleepy... Oh yeah, Please review!
