Storm -- Roy/Riza, but it's vague
What the hell was he doing here?
Roy Mustang was sitting on the couch in Riza Hawkeye's living room, wondering how exactly he'd wound up there in the first place. After a moment it occurred to him that his left arm was bleeding and that there was a particularly nasty storm raging outside.
Riza walked into the room with the first aid kit and sighed. Of all the things that could happen on a Saturday night, why, just why did she have to find Roy half drunk and cut up just outside of a bar. And right before an awful storm hit, meaning she couldn't possibly drive him back to his place across town. They'd barely made it here.
She sighed again, shook her head and moved across the room to sit next to him. She'd helped him take his coat off earlier, so she rolled up his sleeve and began cleaning his wound. Roy wasn't a rowdy drunk, usually, so some other idiot must have tried to start something. She started to ask, but Roy was too focused on the storm outside.
It was silent for awhile, and then he spoke without looking at her.
"Riza?" he asked, slurring her name slightly.
"Yes Roy?"
"I'm worthless, aren't I?"
Her hands stopped short, frozen in shock. But they started again quickly.
"No, no you are not."
"Not even in weather like this?"
"Not even then."
"Why not? I can't use my alchemy, and I terrible with a gun."
"That's true," Riza murmured quietly, just above the storm. "But you always remind me why I'm here."
owari
Meh. It'll get better as I go along. I'm still kinda new to writing FMA drabbles. But here it is.
fireun: glomps back Love keeps me going. (So does reviews) Yeah, I could see the pile of paperwork myself. Elysia-chan's so cute! I just had to do that one.
saffiremoon21: Observe my first attempt at a Royai drabble. This is for you. I love this pairing. Oh, please do read more.