This came to me at four in the morning. Nothing like writing Royai at four in the morning. I'm from the south, and it seems like my accent rubbed off onto them. Oh well, I think that's what gives this story its charm. Anyways... Enjoy~
It was a particularly cold day in Central today. The setting sun was hiding behind the clouds, casting a dull, cold, grayness over the entire city. Two figures stand beside a road, waiting for the traffic to clear.
Roy shivers and shoves his hands deep in his coat pockets. Riza follows suit, wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck, and then placing her hands in her pockets. "Why didn't we just take the car?" Roy growls, his breath vaporizing in the frosty air.
The sharpshooter sends him a look so cold, it rivals that of the frozen air, "I already told you, sir," she monotones, using that dreaded formality, "that the fluids in the engine froze."
Riza watches as Mustang's comeback floats in the air, flying away on a blast of crisp, chilly air. Finally the road is clear of all cars for the moment and the couple darts across the street.
The lights of the street set the now gently falling snow a golden color. Riza sighs and Roy mutters, "So cold." He pulls his collar up around his nose. The streets were nearly bare from the late hour and cold. If it it wasn't so cold, Riza honestly wouldn't mind staying outside. The city was beautiful with the falling snow glowing in the city lights.
She sighs again and Roy turns a cautious onyx eye toward her, "Something wrong?" he asks, his face emerging from behind his upturned collar.
She smiles without looking at him, "Oh, it's nothing."
Roy knots his eyebrows together, a suspicious look on his wary features. "You're in an awfully good mood this evening," he rumbles smiling now. "What happened while I wasn't around?"
She turns her amber eyes towards him, "It's nothing, really," she mutters, a hint of a smile on her lips.
Roy couldn't help himself. He full out smiled. He couldn't even begin to explain how beautiful she was to him. Or how happy he was that General Grumman had finally become Fuhrer. He had been the one who had approved their relationship. He'd waited long enough, seemed like.
"And you think I'm in a good mood," she mumbles a smiles on her face now. "It's hard to not be in a good mood when its this beautiful out. I'd love it if it wasn't so cold out."
Roy takes this as an opportunity to wrap an arm around her shoulder. "I'd bet you'd like it inside more," he mutters lowly in Riza's ear. She smirks at him and shakes his arm off.
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining down on the freshly fallen snow, reflecting back inside, making everything bright in the kitchen. Riza drags her slipper clad feet into said kitchen. She yawns and rubs the sleep from her eyes.
Sighing to her self, she pours water into a percolator. Roy soon clambers down the stairs and stumbles into the kitchen. "Good morning," he yawns as he ambles over to Riza and places a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Morning, Roy," she says turning away from him hearing the percolator grumble. Roy plops down in one of the two chairs at the small round table placed precariously in the middle of the room.
"Nothing like a good cup of coffee in the morning," Roy mutters as he settles into the chair. Riza hums her response pouring the coffee into two mugs.
"You said it," She says as she places the mug in front of Roy. She smiles into her mug as she takes a sip of her coffee, "You said it," she repeats, smiling out at the window.
Roy grunts his response as he sips his coffee. She was so peaceful in the mornings. Women. He thinks to himself, a slight smile on his sleepy features. Such an odd race.
