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Riza Hawkeye was nothing if not strong. Many thought she had a heart of stone. So why was she moved to tears, and shooting countless bullets at the thing in front of her. The thing that had, with a cold smile and triumphant smile, announced that the flame alchemist was dead.
The idea that he was dead was horrifying. Never again seeing him snoozing at his desk, something she found annoying and yet endearing. Never again her him grumble about paperwork, or argue with Ed. Never see his face blank except for a small frown when he donned his gloves. How moody he got when it rained. He COULD'NT be dead.
His skin pale, and his body, from what little she could see under his uniform, stretched over muscles that would make a statue jealous. His dark hair that hung in his eyes. His steady stride. His eyes, glinting like dark gems in the light. She had failed him. She slumped to the ground, defeated, ready to join him.
Her stone heart, darkened by sadness, like obsidian. Even stone hearts can crack. The news of his death was too heavy.
Her obsidian heart cracked down the center.
Then he was there. Standing strong, with his hand pressed firmly on the burned wound. He snapped, again and again. The thing in front of her disintegrated, to ashes. And his black eyes sparked with fire and life, and suppressed emotions.
They glimmered like obsidian.
His eyes poured and hardened the fresh lava needed. It filled the gap. He was alive, her heart was whole again. Her heart that reflected his eyes.
Full of fire, it was as strong as stone again.
A heart made of obsidian to match his blazing eyes.
She was beautiful with hay blond hair and alabaster skin, full pink lips, and perfect curves. But the thing that drew him most were her eyes, rimmed with long lashes.
He loved her eyes. They were a shade of amber with a tint of red. They were Hawk's eyes. Always looking at the details, so sharp. They could aim and take out a target, or review the paper work.
The red always burned like fire, making them a warm mahogany.
So deadly.
So loving.
She was his flame, if she went out he was finished. She burned brigtly in the dark. She warmed him to his very core. He needed to protect her, keep her shining strong, because without her, he would fall. Her eyes held his very heart.
Captured it in amber. Saved it from the march of time. The stone shines so brightly, holding the fiery heart of mine
Obsidian and amber. So weak and yet so strong. They do not know they caught my heart long ago.
