For the Love of RoyAi!
By: Akira Asakura
A/N:
This is one of my favorites and probably one of the most lyrical thus far. Enjoy and review, please!
Disclaimer: If I owned Hagaren, would I be making fan fiction?
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Drabble Eight- To a Point of Grace
Hawkeye was like a graceful dancer and the battlefield was her stage. Quiet on her feet and graceful with every movement, even the heave of her chest in exhausted breath, she was the perfection of center stage. And though others would state that she followed Mustang, it was more as how the dog chases its tail. The head may seem in front, but the tail drags him a long. It was true; she dragged Mustang along on that dirty battlefield. She kept him alive another moment, hour, day, month, however long it took. But she didn't shove him along with purposeless shouts only made for the sake of "strength" or "recognition. No, she got him up each day with a kind, but slightly strict, force about her. No one could explain, nor could they understand, when he insisted that though he was the proclaimed leader, she kept him on his feet and kept it together. And each day, through the sweltering heat, the dead stares of corpses, the screams of bloody murder, and the smell, the always lingering, burning, almost acidic, essence of all the chaos, he knew she kept him alive and she did it so well, it almost brought that frantic struggle to a point of grace.
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