Fullmetal Alchemist fic: Unravel
Dec. 26th, 2006 03:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Rating: PG
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye
Spoilers/Set: Chapter 60 of the manga
A/N: I think me writing fic for this pairing (and this fandom) means I'm doomed. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rabid_bunny for the beta.
Summary: This is set right after the funeral of Riza's father and the conversation she had with Mustang.
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They hadn’t spoken at all on their way back from the cemetery, but she could feel his questions forming with every step they took. Just like she knew that if she were to glance sideways, there would be no trace of his insecurity on his face. She didn’t know Roy Mustang as much more than her father’s pupil, but the dream he told her about is one she can relate to, one she wouldn’t mind getting behind.
She heard him quietly close the door behind them and she slowly slipped the coat from her shoulders, taking extra care to drape it over the back of the chair.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” Roy spoke up as she stayed silent. He took a step towards her, but stopped as she started to unbutton her shirt. “What are you doing?”
There was a flicker of something in his eyes that went deeper than curiosity, and she turned her back towards him as she continued to open the buttons, trying to ignore that for once her hands weren’t as steady as they usually were. “You wanted to see my father’s secret,” she reminded him.
“Yes, but…” Whatever protest he had died as she slipped her shirt down, baring her back to him.
For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of the old clock on the mantelpiece, and she could almost feel his gaze on her as he tried to make sense of the tattoo. He took a step closer and then another until she felt the air stir against her back with every breath he took.
“You said it was in code,” he said, and she nodded even if he didn’t need a confirmation. “And I can’t make any copies.”
“No. Anything you write down, you burn immediately afterwards,” she replied.
“This,” he paused, and Riza wasn’t sure if she had really felt the soft brush of his gloves against her skin. “It’s going to take a while,” he finished and took a step back.
She nodded and pulled her shirt over her shoulders again. “I know.”
Rating: PG
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye
Spoilers/Set: Chapter 60 of the manga
A/N: I think me writing fic for this pairing (and this fandom) means I'm doomed. Thanks to
rabid_bunny for the beta.Summary: This is set right after the funeral of Riza's father and the conversation she had with Mustang.
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They hadn’t spoken at all on their way back from the cemetery, but she could feel his questions forming with every step they took. Just like she knew that if she were to glance sideways, there would be no trace of his insecurity on his face. She didn’t know Roy Mustang as much more than her father’s pupil, but the dream he told her about is one she can relate to, one she wouldn’t mind getting behind.
She heard him quietly close the door behind them and she slowly slipped the coat from her shoulders, taking extra care to drape it over the back of the chair.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” Roy spoke up as she stayed silent. He took a step towards her, but stopped as she started to unbutton her shirt. “What are you doing?”
There was a flicker of something in his eyes that went deeper than curiosity, and she turned her back towards him as she continued to open the buttons, trying to ignore that for once her hands weren’t as steady as they usually were. “You wanted to see my father’s secret,” she reminded him.
“Yes, but…” Whatever protest he had died as she slipped her shirt down, baring her back to him.
For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of the old clock on the mantelpiece, and she could almost feel his gaze on her as he tried to make sense of the tattoo. He took a step closer and then another until she felt the air stir against her back with every breath he took.
“You said it was in code,” he said, and she nodded even if he didn’t need a confirmation. “And I can’t make any copies.”
“No. Anything you write down, you burn immediately afterwards,” she replied.
“This,” he paused, and Riza wasn’t sure if she had really felt the soft brush of his gloves against her skin. “It’s going to take a while,” he finished and took a step back.
She nodded and pulled her shirt over her shoulders again. “I know.”
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Date: 2006-12-26 03:22 am (UTC)