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[September 18] [Full Metal Alchemist] Gold
Title: Gold
Day/Theme: Sept 18 / Arrangement in black and gold
Series: Full Metal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye
Rating: G
There was an old marble carving at the foot of the staircase. It was polished to gleaming tonight, and it reflected the glittering cascade of the chandelier overhead ostentatiously. Poor taste, he thought, was to blame for it being there on everybody’s way. The said object, a hulking and ungraceful replica of some forgotten general, was an eyesore and rather distastefully reflective of the current affairs of state.
A more statuesque figure was gliding down the stairway. She was garbed in glistening black, a flowing gown that lengthened her form and accentuated her curves. The braided straps showed off her well-toned arms and the shoulders often hidden by the padding in the standard-issue blouse, and the low-cut neckline was off-set by a platinum choker. Unconsciously, she kept the posture drilled by years of service, and her golden head was held high among the blazing lights.
Well. She was stunning.
“I was going to say good evening, sir, until I saw your face.”
“And my face is?”
“Disgruntled, sir.”
Excellent. Even her adjectives were posh tonight. “And it’s supposed to be what, Lieutenant?” he asked rather testily.
“Well, sir, you do love black-tie affairs, and it’s been a while since the state had one.”
“Yes, yes,” came his gruff reply. “But I don’t like them when you’re upstaging me, Hawkeye.”
One trimmed and lined eyebrow attempted to reach her hairline. “I think I’d take that as a compliment, sir,” she quipped. “Thank you.”
“Well, you know how these parties are,” he said urbanely. “It’s all about showing off clothes, witticisms, escorts and jewelry.”
“How lucky for me,” she said dryly.
“Yes,” he said with aplomb. “I was thinking that, too.”
Straightening his suit, Roy Mustang offered his arm to his companion and swept her into a different sort of battlefield.
~September 18, 2005 (6:41pm)
*scuttles off to some corner*
Day/Theme: Sept 18 / Arrangement in black and gold
Series: Full Metal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye
Rating: G
There was an old marble carving at the foot of the staircase. It was polished to gleaming tonight, and it reflected the glittering cascade of the chandelier overhead ostentatiously. Poor taste, he thought, was to blame for it being there on everybody’s way. The said object, a hulking and ungraceful replica of some forgotten general, was an eyesore and rather distastefully reflective of the current affairs of state.
A more statuesque figure was gliding down the stairway. She was garbed in glistening black, a flowing gown that lengthened her form and accentuated her curves. The braided straps showed off her well-toned arms and the shoulders often hidden by the padding in the standard-issue blouse, and the low-cut neckline was off-set by a platinum choker. Unconsciously, she kept the posture drilled by years of service, and her golden head was held high among the blazing lights.
Well. She was stunning.
“I was going to say good evening, sir, until I saw your face.”
“And my face is?”
“Disgruntled, sir.”
Excellent. Even her adjectives were posh tonight. “And it’s supposed to be what, Lieutenant?” he asked rather testily.
“Well, sir, you do love black-tie affairs, and it’s been a while since the state had one.”
“Yes, yes,” came his gruff reply. “But I don’t like them when you’re upstaging me, Hawkeye.”
One trimmed and lined eyebrow attempted to reach her hairline. “I think I’d take that as a compliment, sir,” she quipped. “Thank you.”
“Well, you know how these parties are,” he said urbanely. “It’s all about showing off clothes, witticisms, escorts and jewelry.”
“How lucky for me,” she said dryly.
“Yes,” he said with aplomb. “I was thinking that, too.”
Straightening his suit, Roy Mustang offered his arm to his companion and swept her into a different sort of battlefield.
~September 18, 2005 (6:41pm)
*scuttles off to some corner*