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: 060. At The Window

Dedication: BlackElement7. Thank you!

Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, it would have a emo-radar to root things out.

Angles

060. At The Window

Oh God, she cannot believe this.

There is no way it is true. He believes in flying. She does not. He dreams. She thinks about reality. He is ambitious and smiling and beautiful, and he is everything she is not. He has time to spare pieces of his heart to those who do not deserve it. People like her, without wings or magic or anything special. She could give him nothing in return. But he was at the window with her, holding her around the waist so she could reach out and touch the sky.

For a moment, Riza Hawkeye sees it the way he does. She sees the people, dots from the high up tower room she was looking down from in some obscure village a few miles away. At five years old, she had gone there with her maid to get groceries and she had lost her hat. The maid had been angry, and that had seemed to be the only important thing right then. Herself, the little silly insignificant things you could not forget. Would not. Like meeting Roy.

At first, he was just the apprentice of her useless father – a man who never appeared to have the time for her, or never wanted to make it for her – for some reason or the other. He could play with fire while she played with guns. She did not really care, to be truthful. He was tall and skinny, with dark stony features and some kindness she did not understand why he possessed. She was short and weighed a lot more than he probably did, with a rounded face and a snub nose that was tickled every now and then by blonde wispy hair she later cut. But then he had looked up to her at the window, called her Rapunzel and told her she would need to learn to live someday. It was then she cared about him. Not the first time they met.

But if there was any testimony to how wrong she could be, it was this. This reaching out into open air whilst he held her with strong arms, leaning out with no fear of falling. Because right then, he was giving her wings and teaching her to dream just as he did.

Then she was falling again, back into his chest, and the wings were gone. She blinked a moment, wondering why she did not really care about it. Why, when that feeling of being free made her so alive. Roy placed one large hand on her shoulder, a comforting small gesture on a grand scale. That one small touch meant everything. Her heart thudded.

"Join me." He said those two simple words like they meant nothing. They were not follow me, not a command and a spoilt one at that. They were not come with me, not pleasing and soft words that made her think too much and pleased her ears. They were not flattering, not lies, not anything. They just were, and so, Riza made her decision without any doubt or worry. Because she would follow him to the end of the world and back, if it meant flying again. Or even if it meant looking down from that window and feeling regret. Because anything was better than staying there, without meaning or dreams or Roy. God forbid, she had to stay there without Roy. He was the only one who gave her flight.

"You had to ask?"

I was just thinking that Riza would never leave her home when her father died, if Roy was not there to go after. Without him, she has nobody to run to, and without her, there is nobody to understand the impossible.

Preview: It is the most bent, impossible and illogical confession he has ever seen.