Disclaimer: Still own nothing.
Author's Note: Meh, another really short one. I'm kind of losing my rhythm. Might sit down and watch the movie tonight just to get into a FMA mindset (even if the Royai is severely lacking). Not too good, but enjoy nonetheless.
Theme 16 :: Reaching Voice & Unreachable with a Voice
It was the night after they buried Maes Hughes. Riza was sitting up in bed, wearing Roy's discarded shirt, watching him.
She wished she could call what they did 'making love' but for some reason that didn't feel right. She loved him, and she felt perhaps he loved her, but there was no love in their actions, only need and rough desire. She didn't mind, though. He needed it. She needed it. That made it special, even if it wasn't lovemaking.
But now, she wished she could be anywhere but there, listening to his sleepy mumblings of how it was all his fault. "I'm sorry," he'd whimper.
There was nothing she could do. She tried to talk to him. Hell, she'd tried slapping him, yelling his name, but it only seemed to make things worse.
"Sir?" she said softly, stroking the backs of her fingers over his arm. "Roy? Are you listening to me?"
But he did not respond, only further burying his face into his pillow, muttering the same self-loathing things over and over again.
She couldn't reach him, no matter what she said. And so, she curled up behind him, cradling him close to her, hoping that maybe this would accomplish what her words could not.
218 words.