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Roy Mustang had scars among scars on his skin. They decorated his body as gallantly and boldly as Christmas lights on a Christmas tree. There were scars decorating his wrists like bracelets, from his younger years where he thought drowning in his own blood was the one true answer to his suffering. He thought, maybe he could atone for all of those sins by scraping that stainless steel blade along his skin. How foolish that seems now. More scars decorated his face, a small one, hiding right under his ear, long story SHORT, you should duck when you hear a bullet in only one ear. Another longer one, nested on his chin. Roy Mustang was covered in scars. Riza was determined to kiss every single one of them, and release their burdens.
Riza Hawkeye was also covered in scars. Obviously, she had the burn scars left on her back, but just as Roy, in her youth, she thought scraping a blade was a sure fire way to atone for her sins. However; unlike Roy, her scars were hidden on her thighs. She thought if she hid them it would make it better, but it made it worse. Some nights she'd lay awake, lying in pain, from rubbing her thighs together when the cuts from the past night were still sore.
Riza traced her hands along Roys olive skin, every so tenderly tracing the scars marked on his smooth skin. He was looking at her, and he saw the one tear drip from her cheeks.
"...Do you ever wake up some mornings and think to yourself, 'I shouldn't be alive'?" Roy looked down and took her hand, which made her look up at him with her auburn eyes. "...Because I do.. But every time, I think it's not worth it, you flash into my mind. I think, 'but why would I want to escape while she's still here'?" More tears flooded into Rizas eyes and Roy CONTINUED to speak. "I was scared of these scars when they were new. This was going to be on my skin forever. Kind of like a tattoo, but worse, you know? Because tattoos are a symbol of expressing yourself, showing the world what you love, or to showing the grievances of a lost one. These scars, they're here because I wanted to show i was suffering. That I felt that i couldn't do anything but harm myself. And that, is what makes them beautiful." He took Riza into his arms and held her close, feeling the tears she cried on his shoulder, and he knew, all of her scars, were what made her so beautiful. Because she had her imperfections, and those times were over. Because they weren't alone. they had each other and their scarred, sinful skin.