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: 056. Skillful & Clumsy

Dedication: Nayuki bunny-chan. Thank you!

Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, it would have 147% more heart failure.

Angles

056. Skillful & Clumsy

They were in Wonderland.

They had to be, those who thought that Riza was the one who was organised and sorted. She was the one to sort out the paperwork and glue things together when he broke them. She was the one who was always into work on time. She was the one that kept the rules and kept things under control. She was, to the unobservant eye of another, the one who kept things going. The one to make sure everything right. She was the Queen of Hearts, with less cruelty and much more beauty and she was correct in her manner.

Roy was the one who was disorganised and messy. He left paperwork lying around or simply burnt it, and broke everything in his path. He was always late; claiming that a thief stole his cab with a wan smile, or something else to that effect that was equally ridiculous and only Hawkeye would not react to. He was the one trying to rewrite the rules from the inside, and created chaos and disorder that in the future could even lead to civil war. He was, to the less keen eye of anybody walking down the street, the one who made a need for the Queen of Hearts with his antics. He was the Mad Hatter who messed everything up, the Cheshire Cat with a daring smile or the King of Hearts that needed to be kept pinned down, with less madness and much more daring and he always got things wrong.

But what did he care what others thought? She was the one to give toothpaste kisses in between brushing her teeth and seeing him walk into the bathroom. He was the one always ready on time, but letting her take the first cab so nothing looked out of the ordinary. They both broke the rules, with their hidden smiles and soft touches and dreams that had not been dictated by the military-run state. They knew who they were, and they were not in Wonderland at all. They were not fantasy characters wearing garish smiles or feigning innocence with saccharine sweetness and pieces of lace to cover skin.

But like all those in Wonderland, they were slightly challenged. Because everyone in Wonderland had something he or she could not let go of, and to each other they were exactly that. Because they knew what clinging to something was like, they knew what they had, and those who were mad enough to help them were the things that made their lives just that little bit more colourful and strange. A little more worth not having paradise, like those in books. Because Riza was worth the clumsy toothpaste kisses, and Roy was worth every danger they faced and they would never give that up. Because they were all addicts, there in Wonderland.

Things were never as they were never as they seemed.

You really have to be slightly insane, to see the meaning in this one. Look underneath the underneath, into their lives, and you might just about understand it. I would love to hear some interpretations of this. They would make me smile.

Preview: Because sometimes, that way, you dream more.

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