[July 24] [FMA] Wafting smoke
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grassangelTitle: Wafting smoke
Day/Theme: July 24, 2007, 'You are second hand smoke'
Series: FMA
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Riza, past/one-sided RoyEd
Rating: PG+
Genre: Angsty-ish
Notes: I know I said the other day I don't write RoyEd anymore. This just goes to show I can't stick to that. Not that I particularly wanted to...
Worse though, it's rebound!Riza. Which sucks, because Riza does not need to be a person to comfort Roy on the rebound.
It is disconcerting when he gets like this, staring through you. The gaze is haunting and empty, as if you are nothing, a figment of his imagination.
He looks beyond auburn coloured eyes; his fingertips still curling gently against your cheek. Soft, wheaten hair tumbles loose from its pins, a pale imitation of spun gold, a faded memory of what could have been.
It hurts knowing who he is seeing in your place. Whom he is imagining standing there, smiling up at him, happy that they're together at last.
Soft words remind him of who you are, who you will never be.
Sir? I’m here.
Day/Theme: July 24, 2007, 'You are second hand smoke'
Series: FMA
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Riza, past/one-sided RoyEd
Rating: PG+
Genre: Angsty-ish
Notes: I know I said the other day I don't write RoyEd anymore. This just goes to show I can't stick to that. Not that I particularly wanted to...
Worse though, it's rebound!Riza. Which sucks, because Riza does not need to be a person to comfort Roy on the rebound.
It is disconcerting when he gets like this, staring through you. The gaze is haunting and empty, as if you are nothing, a figment of his imagination.
He looks beyond auburn coloured eyes; his fingertips still curling gently against your cheek. Soft, wheaten hair tumbles loose from its pins, a pale imitation of spun gold, a faded memory of what could have been.
It hurts knowing who he is seeing in your place. Whom he is imagining standing there, smiling up at him, happy that they're together at last.
Soft words remind him of who you are, who you will never be.
Sir? I’m here.
