#flamesandwhiskey

⛴ shiptrash ⛴

9. Our muses have to share a bed for some reason.

It had been far too long since Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc had slept on much more than a blanket on a floor. He and the rest of Mustang’s team had been on the move for a few weeks, trying to get to the bottom of a fraud case in which people took on the identity of military members, attacking comrades for their uniform, ect, and that included a lot of stake outs. They’d had to chase this group of criminals as far as the border of Xing and finally, finally, they had completed their mission. Truthfully, Havoc didn’t even know why the fuhrer had put them to this job, but there wasn’t room to think much on that now with how damn exhausted he was. 

Having all checked into a small inn, there were limited rooms and limited beds. Jean had to share the room with his superior, Roy Mustang, which was fine, especially while the rest of the team had already unpacked in their rooms and went off to celebrate. (Breda and Falman would surely get into trouble, dragging in Fuery for the ride, so Hawkeye had gone with them while Mustang decided to catch up on sleep instead.)

Now, as they walked up to the room, they opened the door to what was supposed to be two beds, finding only one. They both looked at each other and typically, this could mean the two bickering over who would get the bed, but they were just too exhausted. Roy closed the door, set down his own things, took off his shirt, boots and pants and crawled into the bed.

Me: "Double-spaced?"

As the elf child lazed on his tree of comfort he hummed a sweet melody little tune to himself , petting a small wood mouse . As he sense an unknown person in the forest ,made him pause. Seems like more unfamiliar people have been wandering about the cold forest of the Lapps.

Riza froze in place, blood running cold. What had she just insinuated?

"So…when you said that you’d had to kill a sacrifice already…you meant…" Tears threatened a pinched pair of amber eyes, her heartbeat audible as it pounded in her ears.

-"Yeah that’s right; your little Colonel friend."-

The blonde choked on her own breath, trembling in both anger and despair. She’d never felt such an urgent agony. It gripped her chest and consumed her completely.

"You… You killed him…" The sharpshooter drew one of her guns, immediately firing and repeating the process until the chamber was emptied. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!" She sought another gun, a .45, and shot incessantly despite the numbing effect on her hands. “Die! Die, die, die, die, DIE!!!!!!!" Riza screamed at the top of her lungs, utilizing all but two last bullets.

The blonde tackled the witch across from her, clawing at her as sharply as she could and delivering repeated blows to the woman’s face. Finally she’d ripped her way down to Lust’s core, the Philosopher’s stone there glimmering with light. Riza could see her own tear-streaked face in that stone, Alphonse’s calls falling on deaf ears.

"You’re going to die." Hawkeye whispered sadistically, tearing the stone from beneath her collarbones and tossing it onto the floor, out of the homunculus’ reach. She shot it, the red gem shattering just as her stomach was breached by five impossibly sharp claws. She fell onto the disintegrating form of Lust, allowing the gun to slip from her grasp. “I guess…I won’t be needing this… I’m already going to die." She mumbled, gripping onto the cold stone floor which now lied beneath her. “I’m coming, Colonel…"

~

Her sleep was plagued by nightmares after that and she couldn’t help but wonder if she were in Hell. In retrospect that’s probably where she deserved to go; but did she really need a punishment so harsh? The same pain of knowing Roy was gone, forever, the pain of having to live without him even for just the minutes of his avengement. It was too much; but there was no way to end it.

She supposed it really was Hell, then, and everyone knew that you couldn’t escape. Once you were there there was no escape and no turning back; you’d been condemned.

So why could she hear a door open, now, in between nightmares? It stood out from the usual noise of periodic beeping.

She forced her eyes halfway open, feeling as if she needed a wrench to finish the process.

Fuck; her stomach was on fire!

That irritating tone had been a heart monitor, not some clock ticking away every second she spent in an eternity of damnation.

It sped up as her gaze rested upon the intruder; the source of the implacable noise.

Roy.

"C-colonel?" She gave an attempt at speech, though it sounded rather pathetic and would have only served to embarrass her if she hadn’t been so damned shocked to see him.

The woman sat up, the unbearable amount if pain in her abdomen causing her to cry out, a small pool of blood rising in her mouth.

But she was happy. He was here.

He was alive.

Either that, or her mind was completely screwing with her.

"Sir…"

Riza wanted to reach out to him; to touch him and make sure he was really there; that he wasn’t just a hallucination caused by the uncanny amount of drugs which were more than likely being pumped into her bloodstream at every passing moment.

It was then that she realized just how beat up she really was. Her hands, palms included, were covered in blisters, along with the rest of her body and face. But she was smiling. A real smile; not the polite, withdrawn ones she usually displayed. Her grin was so wide that it showed two rows of straight, pearly teeth.