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: 071. Premonition
Dedication: Green Cloud, thank you!
Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, the women would have much more power.
Angles
071. Premonition
Roy does not accept reality.
He was an eight year old with not enough sense to keep his feet on the ground, a fifteen year old with not enough time for wishes when the clock hit eleven minutes past eleven, and at thirty two he was a man who would sink into his fantasies only when he felt he had time. The youth Riza had thought would hold him together was probably the thing that let him down. But in the end, magic is just magic – and it cannot hold you together no matter how hard you try – and magic is not always for the best.
But still, there is one fact they cannot escape. A premonition is the sort of magic only he can feel. All Roy has ever wanted is to be believed in, and she believes in him more than anyone. If he tells her words mean more than weapons, she will take up a pen; and if he tells her to run she will not because she knows she cannot leave him. One day, she tells him he will end up in the dark if he tries to do everything by himself; and back then she does not know how utterly correct she is. Not that she would want to be anymore.
"Riza, I think we are going to fall into infinity." He does not say it is a dream, because she knows that it is rare for him to do so unless he is shaking in his sleep and he has not done this for months. She nods. There is a space in the back of his mind where he thinks of nothing and everything all at once. This is the way it has always been; whatever he says comes true.
"We are only millimeters away." She tells him, letting the tips of her fingers touch his. She knows this is probably not what he means or the answer which he wishes to hear, but she does not want to say the words on the tip of her tongue – I know it will not be ok this time – because hiding them behind her teeth and wishing it away is easier. Even if she never wanted to believe in him or magic, she always has, and so she convinces herself just this one wish is ok if she keeps it to herself.
The next afternoon comes too soon, and she has never been one to say anything at the last minute – but she believed they had more time than this and in reality neither of them had another day – but now she knows she has to. The building is being absorbed in white light as she runs towards him, bleeding and in pain but knowing that it is ok because neither of them will probably survive this anyway. As the world melts down around them, their lips touch and she whispers reality. But still he does not live in reality, and he grins wildly as he raises his hand in a burst of flame in front of them like he can hold back anything because he never knew when to just give in and face reality. But even so, she believes what she hears.
"We're going to survive."
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Preview: "There is sand between your toes."
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