“I was scared,” Roy admitted quietly. “I was scared and furious and desperate that you might be…”
“But I’m not,” Riza said in a much gentler voice. This time, when she reached out, she allowed her fingers to sink into his hair. […] “I’m alive. I’m safe. I’m with you.”
I’ve been reading ohmytheon’s 100 royai drabbles and while I wanted to illustrate at least half of them, I’ve only had time for this one
022218 Warm Embrace
@b-griveros: It was nice to do a first collaboration with Mar; she sent me the reference and I couldn’t get the image out of my head. I needed to draw. And then, with this new perspective Marilyn captures perfectly the atmosphere between them two. I f*cking love this woman and I’m thankful she’s been inspiring and motivating me to improve over the past months. Thank you so much for existing, Marilyn, and I hope everyone gets a little warm ache in the chest.
Rated: T for cursing. || Words: ~1400
“Come here.”
“Colonel.”
“Lieutenant, give me your hand.”
She didn’t lack the temptation, but – “At any moment, someone can walk in.”
“So Breda will let us know.”
“It’s really… it’s all right, I’m all right. Your coat… it’ll be enough.”
“No…” From his seat, he reached blindly for her hand. “Come here. ….just rest now.”
A mixture of determination, ire, concern, and adrenaline surged through her veins. Rebecca Catalina was hellbent on finding Riza, but even hell hath no fury like a woman on a mission to find her comrade-at-arms, her closest friend…
The only sister she’s ever known.
After victory was assured, amidst the mayhem, literal hours went on trying figure out which hospital Riza and the Colonel had been sent to and her heart plunged, desperation brimming at the cusp, because only Mustang’s wellbeing had been reported. What about his adjutant, the Lieutenant? She had asked. The blonde who was always next to him, where was she? She’s important too. If not more. The hours of radio silence felt like decades, and her exhaustion served to irritate her more than she already was. How difficult was it, really, to find someone who had been in the heart of it all? How do you misplace the decorated matchstick?
The hours of sleep sacrificed for this, all of that, worth it ❤
AAAAAY I wonder if I’ll ever had enough time to finish it properly with colors and stuff, but at least the “storyboard” it’s done and I’m hella proud of myself.
Please let me know your thoughs ;__;
Also, take a look at @capthawkeye ‘s drabble that got me all of the feelings back; Thank you, Mar. How can you repay me, you asked? Please continue writing and working hard on your dreams 💕
and that goes to everyone reading this too, keep working hard on your dreams
💕
*draws fictional characters kissing when stressed out*
I’ve been reading that a lot of users are taking breaks/getting out of the fandom recently, and even when I don’t interact with a lot of people here, it makes me sad that because of some diacordaces between personal points of view, we stop enjoying our show 😢
I wish you all the best and I hope FMA has given you all beautiful memories to remember the show and it brings a smile on your faces
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