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She couldn't tell when flowers became anchors between them.

She was seeking colors in her drab world that had been the Hawkeye estate like a moth attracted to flame, the flowers her mother had carefully planted now under her vigilant care - he had silently noticed how she was worrying during the biggest storms and how her face brightened when she was alone in the garden, and though it was her world, he eventually told her how impressed he was by her work and was positively delighted when she allowed him to help her around.

The lifeless garden he found out when he came back after enlisting was a shock - tall grass, rotten fruits spread on the ground, withered flowers were the opposite of what her remember, and he almost rushed to the front door was something had obviously happen. When he saw her again, it seemed his bright Riza had faded as well as her garden.

After the uniform sand, they were now trapped in dark blue - his will to bring color back to her wasn't going the right way (sadly as well as many others of his vows), especially when their relationship couldn't be that clear in private and because his was desperately short on occasions to buy her flowers; as a result, there was always a bouquet on her desk in the office, the whole headquarters convinced she had a secret and persistent admirer - she would laugh every time it was mentioned, carefully avoiding her superior's gaze.

They had to wait for the results of their work to be consolidated to allow themselves less discreet displays of affection, to everyone's relief, and Roy considered himself the happiest when she accepted with a amused smiled a silly bouquet he offered after a long day at the office - they softly thanked each other as she leaned against him, but it was not only for this token gesture.

(When she found petals spread all over their bed, though, she rolled her eyes and called him an idiot.)