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[Fullmetal Alchemist] A solitude never felt before

Title: A solutidine never felt before
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Riza Hawkeye , Roy Mustang
Pairing: Havoc / Roy / Riza
Prompt: "It is not funny that at Christmas something makes you so sad? "I do not know exactly what it is not something very important by not having tried at other times." (K. Bosher)
Rating: PG
Party: 1 / 1
Warning: Angst , Platonic! Threesome, missing moment
Spoiler: Vol 21
Word Count: 1421 ( Contaparole )
Summary: Riza stifled a groan of disgust in my mouth [...] and without saying a word he turned again to look at the cup, the dark liquid, her reflection. really hoped to be able to find comfort in someone destroyed as she was? Roy could not give her the strength she needed - as it did, he needed it as, if not more of her? - And never, never could give her the piece of soul that was lost when the Homunculus Lust had taken away the legs of Havoc.
Notes: Written out of the race for the Advent Calendar organized by michiru_kaiou7
Discaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and its characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa and therefore I do not gain anything except the taste of them to do what I want * evil laugh *.



The room - small, so small that at a glance could control everything that happened in his house, a studio apartment - was lit with some candles on the table, with their flickering light, moving across their property otherwise shadows, leaning against the padded backrest and strangely warm and comfortable sofa, with head bent forward and hidden eyes, fixed on the hot drink and still look dark and sent back to their merciless reflexes, their thoughts.
Because it was clear that to which both - there, sitting close enough to be touched and yet far enough away to feel the chill wind and echo of laments that flowed unimpeded into the ravine that separated them - they were thinking. It was a fixed idea, a word that did not give peace, calm and smiling picture that made them squirm the heart and soul. Roy
inspired to bottom, but he did plan, because the woman sitting next to him could not take that as an excuse to talk to him, asking how he was - he knew that she, however, would not have done, but could not take the risk - and then, with his free hand, placed the blanket fell from his neck softly up to her legs, leaving free only her hands and trembled slightly, because when of those movements slow and poorly calculated one shoulder was left at the mercy of the cold around him.
not lost even time to cast a glance at the panel that controlled the heat - he knew it was up to, and even more in depth, he knew that this was not the cause of cold that made him feel as if part of his soul had just been sucked out of her body - and moving only his head turned to look toward the window. The curtains were dark and heavy deviating, as the curtain of a theater that stands aside to allow viewers to not miss even a fragment of a scene, and through the windows just a little 'foggy Roy saw the black sky, motionless and silent as a cloak, and in front of it some Parpaglia of snow by the wind drag were timidly, from side to side, without a will, lower and lower.
Dancers. This had always thought, studying the movement of the flakes of snow when he was too tired to work or when, alone in the house, had nothing to do, but how could he imagine something beautiful and attractive as the body fluid of a woman who along with the music draws with hands and arms with invisible figures are impossible to remember, but real and hypnotic? Where he could find the will to joke that he, with people so full of elegance and grace, never had to do, because every day of his life he had always found myself having to deal only with men masculine and a woman who, because of a choice perhaps too naively, was to prove even more manly them?
sighed again, this time more loudly, and when she sat on the couch, having agreed with a nod to the steaming cup that had offered Roy, Riza moved, just turning to the man who sat next. He stayed for a few, very short moments, watching the short hair and blacks on the nape of his neck and then moving a little more 'eyes, she focused her attention on the window, the timid Parpaglia in silence descended in darkness for dying on the ground, like those who preceded them and those who, surely, would come after them. Because it is inevitable that, sooner or later, all of them would eventually drop so that no one would no longer had enough strength to pull them up. Riza
swallowed, returning to look at his steaming cup as if he saw her, as if this were a way as any to be able to read in and dig, dig until its hands were not frozen in the hole of his soul, until that cold that his heart was spreading more and more would eventually swallow it completely, as he was swallowing Roy.
was only a matter of time, he knew, had no doubt that sooner or later they would have given up hope that things could have changed because sooner or later would come to the point of over it. We have put a lifetime, perhaps, or maybe it wanted only a minute, but none of them could deny that sooner or later, suddenly, they would have ended up thinking that whatever it is, however, could not help it, that despite every effort would never be able to do a miracle. They were only human, after all, human beings with their limitations and selfishness that would keep them attached to life until the end of their days, even though it was disgusting and the thought of living and move forward trying not to throw too many eyes the past that they were treading, it was so she would go, was so that was the day when two of them had begun to live.
You have to look forward, always. The past you can not change, you can only get busy to live yet another day in hopes of creating a future that makes you feel proud of yourself.
Roy ran a hand through his hair and then, almost without realizing it, turned his head. His eyes widened, when he found himself in front of Riza's face - as if until then had been convinced that he was there alone - and both remained for several seconds, minutes, hours, for what they could learn to look, hoping to read ' one in the eyes of the other the strength to go forward, at least another day, without feeling dirty inside, to live free from the voice that kept repeating in their heads all the time that despite everything they had done it. Yes they had lost part of their soul, but that, on balance, could also be considered fortunate to still walk on their legs. They could.
Riza stifled a groan of disgust in his throat, when that thought crossed his mind, and without saying a word he turned again to look at the cup, the dark liquid, her reflection. really hoped to be able to find comfort in someone destroyed as she was? Roy could not give her the strength she needed - as it did, he needed it as, if not more of her? - And never, never could give her the piece of soul that was lost when the Homunculus Lust had taken away the legs of Havoc.
He lowered his head even further, conjuring up while driving away from his mind the voice of Jean begged them to let him back, and then, suddenly, he heard something that never ever would have expected to hear, at least that night. Roy was the hand, cold as ice, but at the same time, hot enough to give the impression that, after all, perhaps for them there was still a faint hope.
"I miss him," she whispered, softly, his voice as fine as the sound of a snowflake who relies on someone's face and slowly melts because of its heat. But Roy felt it, even if it could not be sure that that was his voice, because in his mind is constantly repeating the same, identical words. "I know."
The answer, however - because even if he had not put into words, the assurance that he could not see his face painted on it loud enough to make shake those few, sad walls - and then slid his hand along his arm, squeezing just the elbow, without looking. "We will go for him, we continue to find ways to get him back. I promise. "
Riza nodded once, twice, four times, and after that brief exchange of words - short but vital: what else there would have to say, really? - Both sank back into silence, the flickering light of candles and the falling snow as the only witnesses and with the feeling that perhaps what was waiting for them would be able to return them all the heat in these months were having taken away.