Summary: At the right angle, in a line of sight, one might wonder why he never stopped staring at her for so much as a second.
Theme: 050. Fingertips
Dedication: Adenosine, thank you!
Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, Armstrong would quote the Bible spontaneously.
Angles
050. Fingertips
Her fingertips.
They crawled over his skin. Reaching the deep creasing line down his back, they rested. Riza probably knew to go no lower. Both she and the man sitting down had back problems, of sorts. He was in a wheelchair, paralysed, not by his own fault but by the fault of the man who was watching them intently. Riza herself had burns carved into her back, an alchemical diagram dug into her soft flesh by her father. A selfish insensitive thought struck Roy as he met the grey-blue eyes of Jean Havoc; that maybe if he had injured his back, or became somehow disfigured, maybe she would come running to him instead. He had every other girl. It was just that he did not want them. He wanted her, and no matter what disgusting thoughts came out of him he could not help it. He probably never would be able too, if things continued like this.
"Jean. I was not aware you were able to get beautiful women to date you yet." Roy gave him a practiced, faux expression of smugness. Havoc grinned back playfully, whilst Hawkeye had the self preservation to know when not to speak just in case she created a disaster and pressed her lips together tightly into a thin line, giving him a look which told him she very much suspected him of doing something wrong. Even if she did not know exactly what it was, she had always been able to tell everything about him in a single glance every day. But tonight had to be an exception. Either that, or her guess was one she did not dare to believe in. She was too kind to think of the real reason, too good to think of what he really felt.
"Jealous, Roy? You may be powerful, but my lovely companion here will have everybody on their knees. What power do you possess, again?" The eyes of his (sort of) friend twinkled brightly, mischievous and challenging. He knew he had won something, even if he was not quite aware exactly what it was. Unsuccessfully Roy tried to master the same expression quickly, ultimately failing as Hawkeye began to walk towards someone he expected to be a strangely very feminine looking Olivier Armstrong. He would not trust that woman with anything, especially the person he favoured most. Roy grinned at Havoc before leaning down, quietly whispering into his ear.
"Of course. She is the only woman I will ever actually love." Shock was set loose over his features, creasing into the small wrinkles beginning to form around his eyes as an icy look came over them. Havoc stared at him a few seconds, their eyes in direct contact, the mere centimeters between them suddenly feeling like miles. They were so close, and yet an endless void had just been created between them with a few words.
"I refuse to hand her over, Mustang." Jean replied quietly. He had probably known that Roy had never expected him to. Riza was the sort of woman who made you feel like you were the most amazing person in the world, although she treated you just as well as she treated anybody else. She was something else entirely, and at the least expected moment you would realise something that you would never expect. You had fallen in love with her. It did not matter who you were, what you had done, anything. She accepted it, and acceptance was just the very thing both men needed right then.
"I will have to take her, then." Roy replied, immediately turning his back on the other male as the two woman approached, Olivier looking rather merrier than normal and Riza herself looking slightly apprehensive. They both smiled at the blondes, flashing bright smiles at them with ease. It seemed nothing looked wrong to them, for they grinned back except much more easily. They made no comment upon the tension in the air, which could probably have been cut only with the sharpest sword. Olivier grinned.
"Champagne, Führer Mustang?"
If Riza could not be his, I doubt Roy would want her to be the 'other half' to anybody. Even if it was a man to whom he owed his life, yet was also in debt to him.
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