DISCLAIMER: All recognizable material belongs to the amazing Ms. (Mrs?) Hiromu Arakawa
A/N: This is terribly, terribly short, but it's been sitting on tumblr for about forever and a half and I was wondering why I hadn't uploaded it here yet so... here.
~Flowers~
Riza Hawkeye had never been particularly feminine - she was a soldier, after all, something very uncommon among her sex - though she wasn't an overtly masculine woman either. She wasn't opposed to wearing the color pink occasionally, and she didn't entirely abhor dresses. There were lines - she refused to ever wear high heels, for one thing, and jewelry was unheard of, save for her pierced ears. She fell somewhere in the middle of the two categories, and she was perfectly okay with that.
When Roy offered her a car full of flowers, she realized she'd never given any thought to consider how she might react to a man giving her a gift of the sort, romantic or not (and it was most definitely not, or at least that's what she told herself). But upon hearing his offer, she came to the conclusion that she had no particular fancy for flowers.
They didn't smell good, despite what everyone said. They had their purpose in nature, but once picked they were useless. People stuck them in containers of water and tried to make a dead thing stay alive. She found it rather sad, actually. Why would a person give something that was dying as a token of affection?
This was what the rational side of her said. Her more emotional side, given more room to breathe after her rattling encounter with Selim - Pride - earlier that night, pointed out that they were pleasing to the eye, and more importantly, they were from the Colonel, her Colonel, and she would be happy to receive anything he offered her.
If only she had a damn vase.