A/N: I wrote this a while ago, I apologize if it seems a bit off. It's Riza and Roy, though they it never identifies them as such. I originally wrote this for a forum role-play and evolved it a bit.
Enjoy!
"You're prettier when you're smiling." He said. And those simple words, said in such a nonchalant manner poured from his gently smiling lips like honey on a warm summer day. His eyes sparkled slightly in the sunlight and the feeling that overwhelmed her then seemed to be a bittersweet reminder of something that she once felt so vividly she could have painted a portrait with her eyes closed.
You know, sometimes when you feel something for so long, you become accustomed to a feeling to a point when it's hardly noticeable at all. Sometimes, that burst of emotion you felt when his eyes fell on you, or that little thrill you got every morning when you realized that you were both alive and well and that you would be able to see him again that day grows dim… Sometimes those feelings dull after a while. Not "dull" as in how you feel about the subject of a lecture you've just heard for the umpteenth time, but dull like the blade of a knife after it has cut too deeply, too many times.
But then there are moments, even after Old Father Time has worn the sharp edge of Cupid's arrow blunt with his relentless twists and turns, when all of the walls built up to block out the pain come crashing down and, even if only for a moment, you can see with eyes unclouded by the years of doubts and uncertainties, and the feelings flow through you without any discrepancies or even a shred of concern for the actions they may force you to commit.
This was, you see, one of those times, and as she turned to look at the man who was never her enemy; rarely her opponent; occasionally her confidant, and who was always, always, always, at the back of her mind (or front, depending on the situation), her eyes filled with a life and brilliance that few ever witnessed, and ever fewer truly understood.
"I smile when you smile." The woman said plainly, even though her heart was racing like it had never experienced this sort of thing before and even though the look in her eyes nearly betrayed every single thing that she had ever done and said to put him down and make him seem less than he was. She knew him. She loved him. And even if he did not feel the same way for her, she knew that she would give anything and everything for this man and that his joy was her joy.
She stood, her face as emotionless as a stone (though her eyes were quite the opposite), for a few moments just looking at him. Then, reluctantly, the woman turned her head and looked down the street. As her gaze drifted back to him, she extended her hand towards him, "Shall we then?"