Who: Roy and Riza What: Talking Where: Their house When: Feb 16 Rating: High Status: Closed
Roy had been waiting now everyday for the past few days, trying to catch the criminal who robbed the banks. He'd set himself up as bait and waited. He was going to do it until the criminal showed up, though. He was determined.
When he came home, today. It was late. No one had been interrogated for Roy's position, and he was starting to feel hopeless.
He walked into the house, shutting the door behind himself as he pulled off his coat and hung it by the door. He threw his keys on the table, and sighed heavily as he drove his hand into his pocket. They'd been here almost a year, finally together again, and Roy had still avoided asking the most important question of his life.
Once a very popular man, wanted by every woman he'd crossed paths with, Roy had changed his ways since coming here. He had been willing to die before he'd shown up here. He had already left his hawk to do this. She knew what he was going to do, and that he had a chance of dying. But none of that happened. He never got to break into the Fuhrer's mansion. Instead, he jumped the wall and found himself here.
Roy regretting not telling her sooner how he really felt. That he loved her. That he'd loved her since the day he'd seen her. That he swore to protect her with his life when her father passed away. That he would gladly give it in a heartbeat if it meant she got to live. He just wasn't sure how to put it into words.
As he stood there, Roy pulled a small box from his pocket, and opened it up. Inside was a ring, intricate and beautiful. Just like Riza.
Standing there, Roy stared at the ring in front of him, scowling at it. Why did little things have to be so difficult for him? Couldn't tradition be flowers, or candy, instead of a ring? Giving simple gifts were so much easier than this. Roy had spent weeks pondering over which ring to get her. He'd spent so much time at the jeweler that they knew him by his first name. But when he found it, he knew it was perfect.
As if he was hypnotized by the thought, Roy stared at the ring still. Quiet, and thinking. How would he ask her? Dinner? Bed time? Just flat out walk up and ask? He was clueless, and he shook his head slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on the ring.