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Central was cloaked in darkness, nightfall effectively disguising the small details of the city so that only the tall buildings stood out. The stars, small, bright pinholes that usually aided the street lamps in their jobs of lighting the city at night, were hidden, their brilliance covered by the clouds that stubbornly refused to go away. From inside, a light rain could be heard, the kind of rain that was extremely pleasant only to those who didn't have to be out in it. The sound it produced, a halcyon yet barely audible rhythm, was enough to tempt anyone in an already drowsy state into slumber. Most everyone in the city had succumbed to the lullaby, as they were already tucked into their beds, dreaming about what was, what could be, what they wanted to be or possibly memories of their past. For most everyone, the rain's melody went unheard.
Everyone, that is, except for Roy Mustang.
Yes, it seemed the Flame Alchemist was still awake, despite the fact that it was already well past midnight. He was sure he was the only one awake to experience the calm and serenity of this night, but for once, it wasn't a bad thing. This night was different from past sleepless nights, nights where insomnia took him and refused to soften its grip. That night, the thing keeping him up wasn't a nightmare or memories of events he knew would always haunt him. The thing keeping him up this night was the feeling of sheer happiness, tinged with slight disbelief, a feeling that had everything to do with the woman sleeping next to him.
Ever since he was a teenager, there had never been any doubt in Roy's mind that he loved Riza Hawkeye. To him, it was just another part of his life, an undeniable fact- there are seven days in a week, the earth revolves around the sun, Roy Mustang loves Riza Hawkeye. It was because it was, at this point, so second nature for him to have those feelings about her that he had found it so difficult to keep them under wraps for so long, which was compounded by the fact that one little slip of these feelings would bring certain harm to Riza and, to a lesser extent, himself. After so long, however, he was finally one step closer to doing what he'd wanted to do for so long, to fulfilling a promise he'd made before leaving the Hawkeye household for the military.
Just a few hours before, he'd asked Riza Hawkeye to marry him.
It hadn't been a big, elaborate proposal, nor had it been a public one. He'd had the ring ever since he became Fuhrer six months before and, after gathering up the resolve, had decided that this would be the night he finally asked her. He invited her over for tea and, after an hour or so, was presented with a lull in conversation too perfect to pass up. So, in the same conversational tone he'd been using all night, he'd asked if she still remembered the promise he had made before he left for the military, back when they were both teenagers. He would never forget the look she'd given him over her cup when he'd asked her this, one that said 'you better be doing what I think you're doing, because otherwise this isn't funny,' before she set her cup down.
"Yes I do, Roy," she had answered, her voice still light and casual. "That was the one where you said you'd marry me when you came back, right?"
"That would be the one," Roy had confirmed, trying to suppress a grin at how casual they were being about this.
"So...what about it? Don't tell me you're breaking it," Riza had said, her teasing tone carrying a stern undercurrent to it that told Roy that, despite the slight teasing they were doing about it, she took the promise very seriously. Roy got up from the chair he'd been sitting in and sat next to her on the couch, reaching in his pocket for the ring.
"On the contrary," Roy had said, his tone serious. "I've been Fuhrer for a while now and there hasn't been a day that's gone by that I haven't thought about asking you this...Riza, I've known you for a long time now and for most of that time, I've been in love with you. You're an absolutely amazing, beautiful woman and nothing would make me happier than having you by my side as my wife. So, what do you say, Riza? Is it too late for me to fulfill the promise I made?"
For a moment, Riza had been silent, a silence which made Roy more and more nervous the longer it went on for. His nerves disappeared, however, when Riza gave him a small, soft smile before placing her hands on either side of his face and giving him a quick yet sound kiss. When she pulled back, she was still wearing the same smile on her face.
"When it comes to you, Roy Mustang, it was never going to be 'too late'," Riza had replied, soon finding herself on the receiving end of Roy's own sound, but longer, kiss.
Roy smiled at the memory, looking over at Riza when he felt her stir. She sleepily opened her eyes, noticing with a raise of her eyebrow that Roy was looking back at her.
"What are you still doing up? Are you alright?" Riza asked, her tone husky from sleep yet still holding concern.
Roy gave her a small smile and moved closer to her, placing a hand on her face gently.
"I'm wonderful," Roy whispered, stroking her cheek with her thumb. "I'm just happy I can finally be with you like this. After all we've done, all we've gone through...we're still here." Roy couldn't hide the slight disbelief in his voice, amazed that neither of them had gotten killed before they could get to this point.
Riza gave him a small smile, knowing just how much that one statement held.
"We made it...and we're together now," Riza said, putting her hand over his and closing her eyes. "Finally," she added, her voice a near whisper.
Roy smiled at her, closing his own eyes. "Finally," he agreed, falling asleep just as the rain began to let up.
AN: Fun fact- this is (very loosely based) off of a fanfic I wrote last year that I never published. This was going to have more similarities to the old one but then the prompt itself kind of started to run the show, so it ultimately came out to be this, something much longer (and, honestly, much better) then it's inspiration. Also, expect the next chapter to be up pretty soon- probably by Friday (which also happens to be my birthday) or Saturday. I hope to see you guys again soon! Have a good Thanksgiving and a good rest of the week!