Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or Gilmore Girls.
Author's Note: Another Gilmore Girls crossover. Inspired by going to my own small-town festival. Kind of angsty right now, so I'm writing . . . fluff? Oh well, enjoy.
Theme 83 :: Crowd
It was a small town festival she'd brought him to. This, she'd said, was the place she and Gracia met for their regular lunches, a small town outside of Central called Stars Hollow. He'd been here before, he thought, though he'd just been passing through on business. He never quite took the chance to appreciate the odd charm of this close knit community.
This was the Firelight Festival, in celebration of Founder's Day – a holiday to commemorate the founding of their little home, something of two star crossed lovers and a bonfire. It was a pretty story, he recalled, even if he couldn't remember the details.
He liked this Firelight Festival.
It wasn't the corny decorations or the absurdly spiked punch, but the hand in his and the head nestled so comfortably against his shoulder. Her soft curves pressing into his side and her body heat made him tingly with anticipation; sleepy with contentment.
Yes, Roy Mustang had a new favorite holiday.
They gazed silently into the fire, listening as the local dance instructor ushered her little girls into the gazebo to perform, as children raced, weaving through the loving couples, as some man – Taylor Doose if he remembered right – rambled on and on through a megaphone about the proud history of their town.
He saw Riza's friend nearby – Lorelai – talking to the man who apparently made the best peppermint tea (and coffee, according to Lorelai) in the world. He saw a little of himself in that man, and a little of Riza in the woman. Two people so totally in love they refused to admit it.
Gracia was here as well, guiding little Elysia along by the hand. He felt truly sorry for the woman – surrounded by all these young, happy couples, so in love and without a care in the world. And she'd had the most loving husband of all, and he'd been ripped away from her. She presently turned to them, smiling fondly and waved, Elysia doing the same, starting to pull her mother over. Gracia spoke quietly to the girl, telling her to give her Aunty Riza and Uncle Roy some time alone, and they continued along through the mingling crowd.
Riza shifted to stand in front of Roy, leaning back into his chest as she guided his arms around her waist. He swayed a little in response, rocking her from side to side as he cradled her against him.
"This was a good idea," he said softly, inhaling the scent of her hair.
"I told you," she replied, still gazing thoughtfully into the fire.
"I think this is the first time we've been able to go out like this. Together. In public."
She nodded. "That's why I suggested it. No-one knows who we are here; not really. And with this crowd, we'll never be noticed."
He leaned his cheek against her hair, which was let down and floating around her in the light breeze, glinting golden in the firelight. "I could get used to this."
"All in due time, sir," she said. "All in due time."
515 words.
