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RRSR: CarnivalPairing: Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye
Summary: Time Always stood still even for them.
“You’re taking me to a carnival?”
“BUT Of course! We don’t need to locked in offices for the day, let’s enjoy the sunshine.”
Roy explained joyfully Riza looking at him with a questioning look on her face.
“Are you sure you’re not just making up excuses to avoid paperwork?”
Roy’s face fell before quickly regaining his composure, he gave a proud smile. Looking at his companion he replied.
“Now now must you always doubt my motives?”
The rest of the officers in the room snickered until Roy shot them a look. The officers immediately stopped at Roy famous death glare. Riza sighed knowing they would go back and forth until she agreed.
Whether it was the pure shock that she actually said yes without a fight or the
We Cannot Change Our Fate- Chp. 2: Favorite Book Riza Hawkeye loved reading. That was something that was completely undeniable. When she was younger she could be found reading. Now she could be found reading wherever she had spare time. It was the type of books she favored, those were the mystery. She always seemed to read from a variety of genres. Each one different than the last. It was as if she didn’t have a favorite. There were very few who knew the identity of her most treasured book.
That book was An Imperial Affliction by Peter Van Houten.
Riza loved its downright ability to tell the truth. The way it bluntly said ‘there is rarely a happy ending and death is inescapable’ and Riza loved that. She loved the way nothing was over portrayed. Everything seemed real. Anna seemed real. Her story seemed real. Everything seemed to be so real and she loved that. Books tended to lie to her. Give an overwhelming sense that everything that worked out. Riza new first hand that life wasn’t
68 Intricacies- chapter six- Cold"You know, Riza, you don't have to stay up with me. You can go to bed if you want."
This wasn't the first time that Roy had said that to his master's daughter. For the past few nights, Riza had been coming into his room while he either worked or studied, at first claiming that it was because of insomnia but later admitting that she did it out of her own desire to keep him company. While he appreciated her presence and how inexplicably calming he found it could be to him, he couldn't help but he concerned over Riza's sleep schedule. She'd often come into his room at around ten or so and not leave until Roy either went to bed or finished assignments, which could be anywhere from two to four in the morning. Riza was younger than him (only by a year and a half but, to Roy, that still counted for something) and needed her sleep, which is why he'd remind her of her non-mandatory attendance. This night, the sixth she'd spent with him, was no different. Roy hoped, though, that she'd listen to
68 Intricacies- chapter five- CareHaving nightmares was something that, by the time he was fifteen years old, Roy Mustang had become accustomed to. They never ceased to scare him nearly half to death and he would almost always lose sleep over them but they had long since stopped being a surprise. He'd been having them since he was seven, the first one occurring shortly after his parents had been brutally killed right before his eyes. That nightmare would be one that he had a lot, a gruesome tale that never failed to frighten him beyond belief. The nightmares, Roy would realize as he got older, were shape-shifters. They could take anybody he had or did care about and put them through systematic torture. They would injure them, make them bleed like his parents had bled. If the nightmares were feeling especially cruel, they would kill them. The terrors seemed to follow one rule and one rule only: the only people who die in Roy's dreams are the ones he cares about the most.
If he were to follow that logic, then, it shouldn
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