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“Pick yourself up off the floor, you look ridiculous”
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Her ears are ringing still, and it's a struggle to sit up. With shaking arms, she pulls herself upright using a nearby chair.
Pain from the rising bruises radiates through her entire body, and she glares up at him with pure hatred.
"You better finish what you started," she says quietly, "because I'm going to kill you."
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“I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, just please don’t leave me.”
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"I can’t trust you. It doesn’t matter what you say—I can’t believe a single word of it."
"I came so close to giving up."
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"But you couldn't, right? So long as one of us keeps going, the other can't give up either."
Domestics | ignisrequiem
She'd been up before seven, as usual--to impatient to stay trapped in Roy's sleepy embrace and too hungry, after last night's exertions. She never cared for TV, and Roy's bookcase holds only chemistry textbooks.
So she finds herself cooking, usually. Roy snores on, and Riza is standing at his stove in nothing but one of his tshirts--opening cabinet after cabinet with sighs of exasperation.
"Where the hell are your plates?" she yells back towards the bedroom. "What the hell kind of grown man doesn't have plates?"
"Elric isn't here, in fact, I haven't seen him since I went to Kimblee's office." As he answers the question he furrows his brow. "Now that I think about it, no one's heard from him since I came to find you."
[previously]
Kimblee's office
no one's heard from him
"He's not here?" she breathes. "What d'you mean?"
But she knows--the instant the words leave her cracked lips, she knows the absolute worst.
"No," she says, fighting her way free of the blankets. "I need to find him--I have to keep him safe--"
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"Hey." He almost struggles to keep her, but instead he lessens the embrace, "I know you, and I know you did what you thought was right." She thinks he should be angry--and he is, but he knows that kind of rage isn't appropriate, not now and should be saved for a more---useful occasion. "Same goes for the runt."
[previously]
"Ed."
She pushes back enough to meet his eyes, chilled with sudden fear.
"Where's Ed? Is he here--does he know what happened?"
The panic is rising again.
"I need to tell him--I need to explain--can you send him in, please?"
He doesn't think twice about holding her, quickly wrapping his arms around her middle and gently pressing her to his chest. He can feel her ribs through the gown, causing feel for the rest, each little rivet between the bones, then down the middle along the bumps of her spine. "I would have been here to save you in a instant. Both of you."
[previously]
"I should've told you--I should've--"
But she hadn't. Kimblee had snatched the phone from her fingers and hung up--and that was that. No more attempts at contact. She'd gone silent, gone along with what Kimblee had ordered her to do, at every turn.
"This is my fault."
She pushes back from his embrace--he's too gentle with her for the things she's done.
"This is all my fault. I couldn't stop him--I was never strong enough. Ed was so obsessed with trying to protect me and I couldn't stop him, and it just got worse and worse."
Before she can finish he's already toying with the buckles, pulling at the straps until they all fall away off the edges off the bed, left limp hanging off the frame. Roy smiles then, working a hand in behind her back and pushing forward, "You should sit up. It'll help. I've got you."
[previously]
It's Roy, she has to remind herself. He won't hurt you.
Rationality is slow to return, and it brings along the overwhelming burden of guilt.
"I'm sorry," she says, as he loosens the restraints and coaxes her to sitting. "I should've told you everything, but he was right there--I thought he'd kill me so many times."
The shift in position leaves her woozy and gasping. She clutches at his shoulders with brittle-thin fingers, resting her face against his neck and breathing in only the warmth of his smell.
"I don't want to live with it. All the things he did to me. I couldn't face you."
