Summary: At the right angle, in a line of sight, one might wonder why he never stopped staring at her for so much as a second.
Theme: 054. O Child-Sama
Dedication: InMyWishes, thank you.
Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, the food would consist of watermelon only.
Angles
054. O Child-Sama
"I want it."
The hand of Roy Mustang protruded from his sleeve to reveal a pointing hand, which he directed at the cake in the window of the bakery across the street. Riza stared at him a moment. It did indeed look delicious, but his demands of that day were beginning to agitate her. He was acting like a spoilt child. Her logic therefore was that punishment would be fitting, and as she looked at the delightful pink-frosted treat she thought of something.
"I noticed you are getting slower." She grinned, knowing directly how he would take the comment. Roy instantly looked shocked, and placed his hand across his mouth in a shocked (and not to mention typically effeminate) gesture. That comment was below the belt.
"That was like a comment you would say to an overweight child, trying to find the nice way to tell them they are fat." Roy stated, still looking aggrieved by her words. She gave him a tired, serious look. Her lips twitched with the effort it was taking her not to smile or laugh in his face. He really was worried about his waistline, but she could not resist torturing him. It made up for all that she had suffered so far that day, being dragged around so many shops searching for a gift. As far as she was concerned, if he wanted a female opinion he could ask Armstrong. He was emotional enough.
"Well, you are a tad overweight, and you do act like a child." Riza replied flatly. An odd gurgling noise erupted from the throat of the man next to her, as though he were trying to suck in the insult and swallow it whole so he would never need to hear it again. He grabbed her arm suddenly, swivelling her around to stare at her with a sudden manic smile she could not say she really liked in the slightest.
"Fine, what are you, my mother?" He huffed, turning his back on the cake. She shrugged at his temper. He would get over it. He always did. She could shove all of her hurt and pain into him whenever she felt like it, and he never threw it back in her face or blamed her for her actions. It was strange, in a way, how they both simply accepted that happened. She made herself sick sometimes, with the things she said. But for then, it was fine. She had not said anything too harsh, and Roy rarely took her comments to heart anyway.
"Sure, why not. Havoc can be your brother. Fuery is your sister. We will all be one happy dysfunctional military family." Riza rambled in a few quick breaths, as fast as she possibly could. Roy chuckled heartily, and then leaned down with the look of a cheeky young boy on his face. The flash of youth in his eyes reminded her of when they were children. Her with her boyish ways, despite her large feminine eyes and delicate wrists and Roy in all of his regal beauty, playing with flames until they danced like perfect pieces of art before her very eyes.
"Then can I give my mother a kiss?" Roy whispered, looking down at her gently. She suddenly felt very aware of how large he was compared to when he was younger. She had been almost as tall as him, once. But he loomed above her, a tower blocking her path. She glared at him with irritation as he leaned down, shoving his chest and forcing him a few steps away from her despite her pounding heart. He always had been a joker. She had been the serious one, who had known when to scream stop at the top of her lungs because her heart was so sore.
"Sorry, I do not agree with incest."
Riza seems like she has a darker side to me. After the famous scene where she thinks she has lost Mustang in the manga, I really began to think about the Riza behind the serious mannerisms and calm words. Although not too emotional, it seems she mainly vents on Roy with her secrets and the like. This is getting too long for a note.
Preview: Because he will not cry for himself.
