*suddenly pops up* I couldn't fall asleep right away last night, and this story suddenly came unto me. Sorry for the length. ;w; Also, the title is subject to change as it doesn't really fit the story/I can't think of a better one.
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way affiliated to Fullmetal Alchemist.
Commitment
by BlackMorale
It is lunch time, and the cafeteria is crowded with military officers clad in the standard blue uniform. He perks up at sight of a painfully familiar blond head at the back of the room and approaches the sole occupant of the table.
He points to the empty seat across from her. "May I...?"
"By all means, Colonel."
Whilst relieved in the presence of the other, both are surprised at the sight of dark bags under each other's eyes; he is kept up most of the night from constant worrying and she from the constant fear of being attacked in the dark.
But what surprises him more is the cut on her face that marrs her otherwise flawless skin. His fingers are itching to reach out and eliminate the blemish and those threatening them. He extends an arm and places feather-like touches just below the semi-fresh cut. The action startles her, and he retracts his arm quickly as if the touch burned.
And in that instant their eyes meet–his hard, resolved, partly guilty, and hers tired, unwavering, partly reprimanding as if to say please don't do anything rash–, an exchange was made between them.
I will get you back.
Author's Note: ...Of course "you" would also include Breda, Fuery, and Falman, but since this is a RoyAi story... Anyway, reviews would be highly appreciated.
Thank you for reading!