#changing-over-time

[scorchedqueen]

Emma's limbs throbbed and ache as she avoided the gaze of one of her captors as he suddenly entered the tiny room, carelessly tossing in her measly food before slamming the door shut. At the sight she couldn't help tearing up, tears trickling down her cheeks in misery. She would never go out again and be content with loneliness if it meant she could get out.

How was she supposed to eat if he didn't bother to untie her wrists? At least she hoped Riza would be proud of her putting up a fight at first..if she even noticed Emma was gone...

Something gleamed in the corner of her eye from the light under the door as she shuffled over weakly. Her necklace...?

Use what you have Emma She couldn't remember right now if her auntie ever said that....her head felt too fuzzy. Desperately she concentrated the spark of alchemy buzzing in her cell. Glancing back she hadn't transmuted the wall into another element. A helpless sob left her mouth as she brought her hands to hit the wall but the rope around her wrists made a ripping sortve sound as it made contact. Curious she did it slower now feeling a sharp edge protruding out. Again and again faster and faster she repeated the motion rubbing the middle of the rope and with a final snap her wrists were free! Heart pounding she scrambled up grasping at the handle not even considering if it was locked. When her clammy scratched hands finally managed to wrench the heavy door open, she didn't register the shouts loudly echoing in the building. @changing-over-time

How could she have been so stupid? Perhaps it had been from dealing with the Elric brothers. They weren't too much older than Emma, and they could fend for themselves while carrying out work for the military. It still stunned her that Edward was twelve when he became a state alchemist. Twelve. So maybe she wasn't.. too stupid for believing it was normal to leave a nine year old at home while she was at work since the kind woman next door was unavailable to take Emma in. But that brought a new wave of thoughts and emotions. Emma had betrayed her trust. Riza had asked her niece to keep inside the apartment and keep the door locked. She had made sure she had prepared her breakfast and lunch; all she had to do was warm it up. So why had Emma left when she was given strict instructions not to? There no point in fretting over it now. She had one thing to focus on and that was getting Emma back.

Getting home to be greeted only by Hayate had been unnerving, but searching the rooms to find Emma not there made her blood run cold. And when she received the frantic call from Muatang telling her headquarters had received a call from a group of terrorist demanding ransom for the safe return of Lieutenant Hawkeye's niece, just as she was about to call him to tell him Emma was missing, it made her sick. So it was no surprise when the drop was arranged that Riza insisted she be there. Emma needed her, and Riza wasn't going fail her. Which is why, without a second thought, the Lieutenant entered the building despite the orders from behind her pleading her to stay put. She couldn't wait. Not when the only family she had left was in there.

Pistol drawn she makes her way through, disabling any terrorist she comes upon, her stoic, often unreadable, nature replaced with anger but also determination. She'd demand Emma's location before pushing on and soon enough, she was eventually met with chaos. They knew the danger they were in now, the Hawk's Eye had arrived and had already disabled a decent group of their comrads. And she wasn't finished. Gunfire erupted in the halls, a desperate attempt to stop the blonde from progressing but they were no match to her skill. Preservering through this wave she pressed on, bathing ignoring the yelling and screaming but pinpointing where it sounded like they were coming from. Rounding a corner she was caught by surprise when a door flew open before her, gasping out in surprise. But the sight before her was everything she wanted right now. "Emma! Oh, thank god." She rushed over, immediately dropping to her knees to pull her against her chest, holding her so tightly the young girl could likely feel her heart pounding. "Emma.. Emma, look at me, are you okay..? Did they hurt you?"

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[scorchedqueen]

would you be interested in plotting sometime? my fmab oc sideblog is @changing-over-time

I would really enjoy that! It's an interesting thought of Riza have a sister and a niece. I love Parental Riza, just sayin.

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[queenhawkseyes]

@changing-over-time​ asked: Loud thunder rumbled loudly from outside the window for the umpteenth time, making the young girl whimper quietly. No, she wasn't afraid not at all, she was a big girl after all and was perfectly fine waiting for her auntie and Black Hayate to get back from work. Emma pouted childishly curling into a ball under the blanket, heart pounding as rain continued to pour heavily. The power had gone out awhile back making it dark save for small flashlight she had brought into the living room. With the familiar jingle of keys she bolted up rushing to the door and crashing into Auntie Riza's arms. 

Another long day had passed and Riza was glad to be home. The rain wasn’t something she liked on her trip home. She just hoped that Hayate would keep out of the mud so she didn’t have to bathe him. Though she couldn’t help but wonder how her niece was doing. She knew Emma wasn’t overly fond of the rain, much less thunder, so getting home was top priority for her.

Once the door was open she let out a soft “oof” when a weight suddenly crashed into her. Looking down she saw her niece clinging to her. It didn’t take much observation to see that the house was dark and her niece was scared. Gently she closed the door behind her, kneeling to the young girl.

“Hey, Emma.” She said softly, patting her head. “Sorry it took a while to get home. Why don’t we get some candles lit? That should help, right?”

[scentedbygunpowder]

Emma knew Auntie Riza was pretty tired nowadays, even though after the whole Father/Central fiasco was behind them.

But despite finally moving out of their apartment and in a bigger and better house with her auntie and Mr. Mustang, the 14 year old still felt oddly lonely. Maybe it was because the anniversary of her family's death was coming up, or maybe that she knew one day they'd replace her have kids of their own and spend less time with her. Eventually growing bored of reading and slipped out into the living room to find her auntie napping peacefully on the couch with Black Hayate.

The girl pouted knowing deep down she was too big to probably squeeze onto the couch, so she settled for quietly wrapping a blanket around her on the floor, leaning her back against the couch, partially content to be in another's presence. @changing-over-time

(reverse of send 💤 for my muse to find yours napping)

Tiredness was just a part of Riza’s life nowadays. Ever since she had nearly bleed out underground on the Promised Day, Riza has been perpetually tired. it was to be expected, she was told. She had lost between 35% and 40% of her blood, and they hadn’t been able to replace it all. It was going to take time for her body to replace it and to recover.

She had been, after an initial rough start, getting better. But she still tired out easily, and often took naps. Today had been one of those days and Roy had sent her home early, telling her to rest. She hadn’t been happy about it, but there was no denying that she was tired. Hayate had helped bully her into resting, and, once home and changed, it hadn’t taken much before she was asleep on the couch, Hayate curled up with her.

Riza fell asleep hard, not even noticing when Emma came and joined her, although Hayate wagged his tail. It was several hours later when Riza began to stir, taking in a breath, and starting to blink awake.

“...What time is it?” she asked groggily.