A/N- This is the third of the three (so far) Mustang-related shorties that I have written for LJ's fma_fic_contest and am putting together as one collection. I'll continue to add Mustang and Hawkeye shorts to this if and when I write them.
Title: "Infrequent Flyer"
Characters: Roy, Riza
Prompt: Fly
Summary: Roy's nightmares haunt him horribly, but perhaps there's one dream that can heal him.
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When Roy awoke, everything felt soft. A rare occurrence.
He always remembered his dreams- a curse that he knew he deserved. However, he had just had his favorite dream, his only pleasant recurring dream. Usually, his dreams- really nightmares- belched horrific scenes of Ishval. He knew that he dreamed in color, because the blood and the flames were still seared in his vision when he awoke screaming screams that echoed the ones that he had caused.
This gentle dream had only visited twice before. In it, he slept, wearing only his boxers and tee shirt. He floated off of his bed, out the window, and he flew. He soared over Briggs, the air crisp, but not cold. He rolled like a gliding otter, and when he looked down, he was over Ishval. Swooping low, smiling Ishvalans waved to him, apparently finding nothing unusual in his attire. Shooting straight up, up, up, then diving down, down, down, he surfed the rolling fields near Resembool. Then, a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a smile and hair that dazzled brighter than the sun. Riza and he joined hands and glided over green woods.
Roy didn't want to fully wake and leave the dream that wrapped around him like an eider quilt until he realized that he was holding Riza's hand. She sighed and nestled closer.
After all the long years, they had finally declared their love. Maybe he'd be a more frequent flyer from now on.
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