A/N: YO! so I got a new computer charger :) yay! Which means I can write a lot more and post and stuff. I found this story a while back, and although I don't really write a lot for Brotherhood because I loved the original anime so much, I found this to be pretty good if I do say so myself. So this is like an 'I'm home!' drabble. Soooooo I hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own diddly squat, except my laptop.
A Simple Gesture
Riza Hawkeye had never been one to like excess. She was a simple, neat person, and favored simple and neat things. She wouldn't be too thrilled about receiving a giant bouquet from an admirer along with a five page letter with someone expressing their love to her, or some park being built in her name, although that wouldn't happen.
Not a lot of people understood her. They didn't get why she wouldn't be happy to get some giant promotion and a huge raise, or a large birthday party with half the human race there. They didn't understand Riza's answer. It just wasn't her.
The night before, the homunculus Pride revealed himself to her, threatened her, shaken her up. Riza had come home, trying to convince herself that everything would be okay. It was as if God had witnessed the event and sent Roy Mustang to call her and provide her some comfort. Riza almost laughed at him; of course he'd end up with a lot of flowers and not know what to do with them. Although the call ended quickly, Riza went to bed feeling a little better that night.
The morning after, everything felt calm. Riza forgot for a moment the danger she was in. She stretched, then rolled over to face the window. Warm sunlight fell over her face, she had to squint until her eyes adjusted to the light. She yawned and turned her head away from the light, facing the pillow next to her.
What the⦠Riza picked up a lavender rose on her pillow carefully, as if it would lash out and scratch her. She looked at it for a moment, then looked back down at her pillow, a note resting on the cotton filled cushion. She unfolded it carefully, her breath stopping in her throat when she recognized the familiar scrawl handwriting.
Riza,
I figured if you didn't want a vase full of flowers, you could do me a favor and take at least one off my hands.
Roy
Riza smiled softly and folded the note back up, tucking it under her pillow. She stretched out, tipping the delicate flower to her nose and inhaling the sweet scent deeply, reminding herself that the goofy man who tried to send her a vast amount of flowers could sometimes be serious- and just send her one.
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~ ChloeLoveee
