Gluttony
"Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face
The past, she is haunted, the future is laced
Heartbreak, ya know, drives a big black car
Swear I was in the back seat, just minding my own."
-Big Black Car, Gregory Alan Isakov
He recalled that he had been there too long, possibly had one too many drinks. His head is murky, his heart impaired. The detached feeling he felt made it all the more easier to ask for another drink without really realizing he had asked for one. But he was aware of the glass; it clashed into his teeth, spilling a bit of the alcoholic drink onto his uniform, but yet he had enough mind to drink the hard liquor in one gulp. He wanted the drunkenness. He was welcoming it.
The flames surrounded him. The faces of women and children and men looked to him, terrified. But they were gone before anything could be said. They were gone with the snap of fingers. Screams met his ears, and the smell of burning flesh greeted his nose. He was suffocating, his own body being engulfed in flame. No, that wasn't it. He was fine, his flesh still white and whole. And he saw her in front of him, her milky smooth skin violated by the thick burgundy lines that smother her entire back. She is sullied; her eyes never looked quite the same.
"Please, Roy." He heard her soft pleading, and her hands worked nervously in front of her. Picking at the buttons of her sea blue button-down; Roy shivered. She pushed her long hair over one shoulder, her nude back exposed. God, she was beautiful. He reached forward, his hand warm on her cool skin and she shuttered as he traced the pattern down to her lower back.
"I- I can't," Roy pulled away, wanting so badly to just hold her in his arms, tell her that it wasn't that bad.
"You have to." She turned, the curve of her breast showing under the muscled forearms covering her front. He squeezed his eyes closed. This felt so wrong.
"Why!? Why do you want to this to yourself? Why do you want to do this to me?" He shouted, pressing his palms to his temples. Riza exhaled, the silence bound them for a moment, but her voice was soft, calm, when she replied.
"I can't live with-"
"But-" Roy attempted frantically,
"I can't live with being nothing but a scrap of notes! I don't want to be a weapon! I want it gone. Please, Roy." Her voice broke him. Her eyes a mix of cerise and carmine, they were gorgeous. And he was about to ruin those eyes. Ruin the underlying innocence that had no idea what pain this would be. But he didn't doubt her strength. No, he didn't doubt her strength for a minute. He nodded and she picked up her gun holster, folding it over twice and inserting the leather into her delicate mouth so she wouldn't cry out.
All in a snap of his fingers. The leather had fallen from her bite, and the moans of pain were nothing he had remembered with the Ishvalin people. She was alive. He watched the flames dance up her shoulder, turning the skin a strange pink color before skin was falling off in chunks of blackened bile. He couldn't look, but his eyes were glued to her, watching as her muscles rippled in pain and her body fell slack as the fire died away.
"Riza," his voice was less than a squeak, it was strangled, and it was almost unbearable to speak. He could smell her, not the usual floral scent her skin waived; it was her burning flesh, it was a putrid smell, one he was sure he would never forget.
"Doctor…go get a doctor," she sobbed. He stumbled on legs like jelly shouting for help. And somehow he was leading a man to her tent, trying desperately to hold himself up, but he was falling and falling and falling- "Sir?"
"Sir are you awake?" And Roy could have sworn he was awake the whole time, but he was going in and out of consciousness.
"A doctor…" He mumbled, "I need a doctor…" he felt his face smashed on the wooden bar, but he saw Riza's burning flesh. Hands touched him, pulling him backwards and his head lolled away from his previous rest.
"Are you hurt?" This voice was familiar…Maybe it was Riza. Cracking his eyes open, Roy could see nothing, his vision was shaky and the person touching him had hair much like his lieutenant, no, it was much too long to be Riza's.
"Doctor…." He tried to move, but his arms felt disconnected from his body. Watching himself stumble off the stool, he took the Riza look alike by the shoulders.
"I need to get Riza to a doctor." He said before falling backwards a bit, bringing the blonde with him.
"I hurt her-" His words were slurred, the vowels dragged out, and Riza sighed in annoyance. He was having the nightmares again.
"She'll be fine, Colonel." She said as her arm grasped around his waist, and she dragged his arm over her shoulder, letting his full weight rest on her.
"Mhhm thas goo-" He was nodding off again. Riza doubted she could carry him all the way back to his home. Debating, she shoved her superior into the backseat of the car, not quite as gently as she could, but she got the job done. She let out another unhappy sigh. Roy Mustang would be coming home with her.
