Silly idea is silly but I couldn’t shake it off my head since @dreamprotected suggested it xD I’m sure those two would gang up on poor sleepy head to get some nice shots to sell to whoever the hell wants. I mean… I’m sure pic of the prince’s underwear would sell failry well x’D
Handy dandy photoset of all your favorite freelancers! Now with captions listing the flowers used for each (message me if you’re curious about the reason for choosing them; the explanation would make this caption far longer than I want).
(SORRY, it's just a head! You know that’s all
I can do, right?)
Awwww YASSSS, 21! I wanna be all “BOOZE AND
CIGARS FOR THE BIRTHDAY BOY”, but I will attempt to restrain
myself. Somehow. I must admit, I feel such endearment towards you! You’re an
amazing, talented and funny guy. Talking to you always puts a smile
on my face, AND IN MY HEART! I learn so much from your blogs hahah!!
HAVE AN AWESOME DAY!! You deserve all the best!!!
HAVE SOME MORE EXCLAMATION
MARKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SUPER EXCITED!! IDK WHY!
PS: When I was
looking for reference pics on google for this dude, I saw several
pics OF YOU!! (in cosplay) and I was like: :D
…and also that other picture…
that I am still slightly concerned about. That is your fault that I saw that.
made three this week with three different women.
Hawkeye watched her boss smiling stupidly as he gabbed on the phone with his
latest conquest. It was one of Havoc’s old girlfriends. The type of woman who
had taken one look at the Colonel and decided she could do better than a
Second-Lieutenant. It revolted Riza to her core.
did men waste their time on such terrible women, Riza wondered? Pretty or not,
that girl was obviously a tease, just shagging any high ranking officer she
could find. And unfortunately, she’d met Roy Mustang, Amestris’s leading expert
on hooking up.
at her commanding officer, who was reclining casually as he chattered on and on
about how beautiful the girl―what was her name again? Jessica? Tina?―was and
how much fun they were going to have tonight. What a thoughtless jerk. Beside
her, Havoc was glaring down at his work, obviously trying not to listen to the
man that had inadvertently (advertently?) stolen his girlfriend.
making sure her chair scrapped as loudly as possible, the First-Lieutenant
marched over to the Colonel’s desk and slammed down a thick stack of papers. That got the man’s attention. As he
stared up in confusion at the blonde above him, asking the woman on the other
line to hold, he asked, “What’s this, Lieutenant?’ while covering the
mouthpiece with his hand.
“Work, Sir,” Riza replied crisply. “You
ought to start getting it done instead of wasting your time on the phone.”
course her rudeness caused him to scowl, but, Riza was scowling too. The idiot
needed to do his work, and quite frankly, he was already on a short leash for
not meeting his deadline last week on an important case. He couldn’t afford to
piss off anyone else in the higher ups at the moment.
the two most dominate personalities in the room glared at one another,
eventually Mustang folded, heaving a dramatic sigh before pouting. Riza only
glared harder. So, wisely knowing he’d been beaten, the Colonel wrapped up his
conversation with his latest date―maybe it had been Stephanie?― and got back to
rest of the day went by in relative calm, the Colonel actually being productive
for once. Well, as much as Mustang could be
with the prospect of his date looming ever closer. He did call a flower shop to
order something to bring for his date, but since it was at his lunch hour, Riza
didn’t feel she had to right to intervene again.
as the day went by, Riza noticed how miserable Havoc really was at knowing his
last girlfriend had once again dumped him the moment she laid eyes on the Colonel.
It made Riza feel terrible for the other man. While she knew that it wasn’t completely the Colonel’s fault, women
always seeming to flock to him no matter if he looked at them or not, the Colonel
still hadn’t declined or stopped
things from progressing. In the end, he was just as guilty as the lady, Riza
supposed. Maybe it was time to put an end to all this ridiculous romancing
night, as they all decided to close up for the night and the Colonel left to
get ready for his date, Riza came up with a plan. The Colonel was always such a
cocky bastard, always going on and on about the women he’d dated― well this
time things wouldn’t go as planned. Riza decided that she’d trail the Colonel
and find a way to ruin the date. Or at least collect entail to figure out how
the Colonel was able to keep getting dates all the time like this. For Havoc’s
sake, of course, since the poor man always seemed to come in second next to
once she got home, the Lieutenant showered and made reservations at the same
restaurant she’d heard the Colonel going on about today. Thankfully, since it
would just be her, there was an open table. And after she had quickly changed
into a silky black number and twisted up her hair in a bun with a scarf, even
putting on her fake glasses in the hopes of not being recognized too soon, the
Lieutenant left after calling a cab.
the cab had pulled up to the restaurant, Riza could see the Colonel standing
outside waiting. She sucked in a sharp breath. He looked…good. More than good. He’d slicked back his
hair, only a strand or two rebelling and hanging down on his forehead in a
playful manner. And of course, he was wearing one of his many three piece suit,
looking damn good in it, just like he always boasted he did. In his hands was a
large bouquet of red and white gladiolus.
a moment, Riza found herself fantasizing that he was out there waiting for her.
That he’d brought those lovely flowers to give to her. It wouldn’t be hard to
get out of the cab and stroll over to him, perhaps force him to forget about
his date with whatsherface, and maybe stay to dine with her instead.
such imaginings were better left in books. Fraternization laws had been drilled
into her head enough to know that should she even look at the Colonel too often all misty eyed, she’d get a reprimand
so fast, she’d be demoted to corporal before she could blink. And besides, she
wasn’t the Colonel’s type, seeing he had a theme of cheap and easy going on
too soon, however, a leggy brunette sauntered over to the Colonel, smiling prettily
and utterly gushing with fake joy. Disgusting. But ever the gentleman, Mustang
offered her his arm and the two walked into the building, the woman with her
arms full of gladiolus.
out of the cab, making sure to pay, Riza, too, made her way inside. She got
quite a few stares as she walked in―probably because of the dress, she thought
a little self-consciously― and made sure to keep her shawl around her
shoulders, lest anyone see the tattoo. And in no time, she was seated at a
little table meant for two, not terrible far from where the Colonel and his
date sat. In fact, she was lucky he hadn’t noticed her.
sitting with her back to the Colonel, Riza found herself in the interesting
position of being near enough to hear the Colonel and his date without being
directly in their line of sight. Hopefully he wouldn’t recognize her. This was too close. Why had she even thought this
was a good idea again?
are such lovely flowers, Roy,” the woman was saying. “And you got them just for
could just image the Colonel flashing that sinfully charming smile of his. “Of
course. Lovely gladiolus for a lovely lady.”
Lieutenant tried not to gag as the other woman sighed. “Oh, Roy. You’re so
romantic! I wonder what they could possibly stand for?”
“Their meaning is for remembrance, strength of
character, honor, infatuation, and faithfulness.” The Colonel was quick to show
off his knowledge.
didn’t exactly sound like the kind of flower the Colonel should be handing out
to the kinds of dates he had. Especially on the first one. With his track
record lately, he wouldn’t even be seeing this lady again after tonight.
Gladiolus sounded more like the kind of flower one should give a wife, not some
fluzy he was looking to take home before dumping her the next day.
Roy Mustang obviously knew what he was doing. Another dreamy sigh escaped his
date. “That’s so sweet. They’re
glad you like them. They’re my favorite.”
took a sip of water, wondering how she had never known the Colonel’s favorite
flower before. But then again, with meanings like that, it did seem fitting
somehow. The fact that one of his hookups knew more about the Colonel’s personal
likes and dislikes than her, however,
burned heavily in Riza’s gut. Why didn’t she
get to know things like this about the man she served so faithfully? Why
didn’t he tell her little things like this after all she did for him?
so sweet, Roy,” the woman continued on in her too-sweet voice. “So then, why
are they your favorite?”
a pause, voice full of warmth, Riza sat shocked, eyes bugging out, as the
Colonel replied, “Because they remind me of my Lieutenant.”
restaurant seemed to still, even as the chatter from around the other tables
continued. The Colonel’s table was silent, and Riza dearly wished she could
have seen what was going on, but dared not turn around.
he really just…? What did that …?
“Your…lieutenant?” came the incredulous reply.
Anyway,” the Colonel pushed on quickly with a laugh. “How was your day?”
the Colonel managed to turn the awkward transition into smooth conversation. As
Riza ordered her own food, she couldn’t help flush as she thought about her
superior’s response. Did he really like those flowers because they reminded him
of her? Or was there some other
lieutenant that Riza wasn’t aware of? That was certainly a bizarre thing to
overhear, but then again, something in Riza’s chest loosened, and she couldn’t
quite wipe the smile off her face as she continued to listen as she ate,
completely forgetting all thought of ruining the date behind her.
conversation really wasn’t too interesting. Misty―that
was her name!―worked at a grocer and wasn’t all that exciting. She complained a
lot about other workers and not much else. Other than the fact that she was
hoping to go shopping soon for some new clothes, she had nothing else to say
and often repeated herself. In so many ways, she was the basic fluzey Mustang
always seemed to get himself caught up with.
the Colonel spoke, he talked mostly about the day in the office, steering clear
of all confidential information and his own plans, of course. Surprisingly,
Riza’s name popped up in the conversation several times. In fact, in the end,
the Colonel ended up telling Misty a story all about how Hawkeye had saved him
once after a particularly nasty fight with a would-be terrorist a couple years
him praise her so unashamedly, listening to the awe and respect in his voice as
he did so, caused the Lieutenant to flush from her toes to her hair roots. He’d
never told her so much as a ‘thank you’ for that, settling for a nod before
moving on. He never really acknowledged her hard work most of the time either.
Yet here he was, singing her praise to a stranger, sounding so proud that he
was about ready to burst.
he always sound like this to other people when he spoke of her? Had Riza really
just not noticed how much he admired her?
only an hour or so, it became obvious that Misty was becoming disenchanted with
the Colonel. Why, Riza wasn’t sure. The Colonel had been nothing but polite and
delightful and witty, yet by the time the waiter asked if they would be having
dessert, Misty had gotten up and stormed out of the restaurant all together.
Riza watched her stomp off, confused and angry on the Colonel’s behalf.
she heard Mustang mutter. “Third one this week.”
the Colonel’s dates not been going well this week? Did this mean this was the
third date this week that had walked out on
washed over Riza at the thought. Who in their right mind would walk out on
Colonel Roy Mustang? Especially after such a charming evening? What was that
woman’s problem? First she dumped Havoc because she was an idiot, then she went
after the Colonel, only to walk out on him?! Who did she think she was?
a complete and total fool.
thinking, Riza stood up from her table and walked over to the Colonel. He was
staring rather blankly at the bouquet of flowers still on the table, nursing a
wine glass. He didn’t look hurt or depressed that his date had just up and
abandoned him. If anything, he seemed contemplative, maybe a little sad. Unable
to stand that look, the Lieutenant cleared her throat.
Colonel glanced up, before his eyes widened in surprise. But the shock didn’t
last, as a self-depreciating smirk soon wormed its way to his lips. “Evening,
Lieutenant. Fancy meeting you here.”
I join you, Sir?” she asked, taking off her glasses.
smiling, he stood and helped her into the other chair, pushing it in for her.
Sitting down across from him, Riza suddenly felt very uncomfortable. “I…I’m
sorry about your date,” she offered awkwardly, unsure what to say, once he’d regained
Colonel shrugged, the move nonchalant. “It happens. So, tell me, did Havoc send
Riza shook her head. “No. It was my idea to come…though I was going to tell
Havoc what happened here.”
rich laugh caught the blonde by surprise. “Guess you’ll have quite a story to
tell, huh? I may never live this down, I hope you realize.”
won’t tell anyone, Sir,” Riza promised quietly. “I…I think it’s horrible what
that woman did. Just up and left for no reason.”
had a reason.”
the blonde looked up, locking eyes with dark onyx. Something passed between
them, the intensity in the Colonel’s eyes hard to miss. But for the life of
her, Riza just couldn’t make sense of his meaning. Had she missed something?
Had the Colonel done something to upset the woman? She truly hadn’t heard
(in)famous smirk he usually adorned came out rather cheerless (and rather
affectionate). “Would you care for dessert, Lieutenant?”
knowing what to say, Hawkeye agreed, and together she and the Colonel ate
dessert and drank wine. The waiter seemed a little surprised to come and find
the Colonel with another woman, but wisely said nothing. And so the evening
went on, one of the best Riza had had in a long time. Much better than just
sitting alone at home with Black Hayate reading in the silence.
just like that, an hour and a half flew by and the Colonel was walking her
home. In the cold night air, he slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over
her shoulders, offering her his arm. A bit tipsy from the wine, Riza accepted
it, smiling as she smelled the gladiolus in her other arm.
half an hour later found them outside the Lieutenant’s apartment, and the Colonel
walked her up, holding the flowers as she unlocked the door.
around, Riza found herself feeling a little shy. “Sorry about your date
tonight, Sir…But I had a nice time.”
chuckled. “I did too,” he smiled, handing her the flower. And before she could
have said another word, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the side of her
mouth. “Good night, Lieutenant.”
hand went to her lips, and she knew her face was probably as red as the flowers
in her arms.
Lieutenant?” the Colonel stepped back, giving the frozen woman some much needed
space. “Green’s a good color on you.”
Riza only stared a
moment longer before turning around and all but slamming the door shut in the Colonel’s
face. As she leaned back against the door, a giggle burst from her chest and
she found she couldn’t quite stop. On the other side of the door, she heard
Colonel Mustang’s low chuckle before it was replaced by the echoes of his
footfalls down the hall.
Nonetheless! Here is my contribution to Day 4, Behind the Scenes! Dylan Marron is so sweet. I’ve met him twice now and even though one time I had makeup blood running down my face, he still gave me hugs and took a selfie with me. This outfit being the one he was wearing that day, as a matter of fact. And in case anyone was curious, the flowers I chose to decorate him are gardenia (white), gladiolus (blue), and ranunculus (yellow/green).