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Dotdotdot - Special thanks to you for supporting each chapter! To answer your question, I personally like to follow FMAB's storyline - but the Gluttony prompt was definitely inspired by the trailing scenes in FMA. I will devour all Royai canon, across all space and time! Haha :)
Next prompt, Greed. I was inspired by a headcanon I read, that I've completely adopted. Roy is the one who tries to escalate the relationship between the two of them, but Riza is the one who keeps them in line and professional.
GREED
In a world of shifting variables, Colonel Roy Mustang and Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye were constants.
The nature of their relationship was a juicy source of office gossip, and a welcome diversion for staff during the humdrum monotony of administrative work.
Innocuous touches, sidelong glances, and words that held deeper meaning than pretense ought to have allowed, were observed, analyzed, and re-analyzed to the point of exhaustion.
Whatever true feelings the pair held for each other, was obfuscated by a curtain of rigid military regulations, and crisp, unyielding blue uniforms.
In spite of the obvious closeness between the Colonel and the Lieutenant, an invisible barrier prevailed between them.
A demarcation. A line that couldn't, shouldn't be crossed.
It didn't stop Roy from skirting around the edges, daringly, searchingly. Trying to coax some signal from the Lieutenant, permission.
In the trailing hours of dusk, the office had emptied, save the two of them, and he tried again.
His fingers gently threaded through her golden hair, prompting her to turn around. His free hand moved atop her own, gently pressing her palm to his chest. Obsidian eyes beckoned for her to give him more, to meet him halfway.
Perhaps she did lean forward slightly, imperceptibly, but she couldn't give him what he wanted.
Cautious mahogany eyes met his own, a trailing note of sadness were hidden in the depths.
They looked to each other, something unspoken and understood passed between them.
Roy read her gaze, and it was all he could do to channel wordless apologies.
To maintain appearances, the Lieutenant straightened the lapels of the Colonel's uniform. Her hands smoothed against the fabric, and lingered a beat longer than needed.
Hawkeye had sacrificed so much for him, her dreams, her goals, her secrets, her future. All were laid prone on the altar of his ambitions, but still he wanted more.
"Thank you, Lieutenant."
"Of course, sir."
Having given him so much, still, he wanted more.