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      “You think me a fool to do such a thing in your absence?” As if the queen wasn’t fully aware of Solaris’ scope of influence and awareness within the world at large. Riza understood that she was better suited to deal with the woman before her personally than to send any of her men in her stead. Solaris would make even the strongest of men shake in their armor and hesitate with their swords - present form or otherwise. It had been clear from the beginning that Solaris had come to bargain with only the Queen. She suspects that even if she were bedridden with illness or injury, Solaris would be in her personal chambers collecting her wares. As much as there was always tension, Riza felt there was at least a minor level of respect.

      She sets the crystal between them, pausing for a moment in wait. Either Solaris would pass over the bottle for her to distribute the spirits or she would take it upon her self. Riza’s eyes meet hers either way. “We may not be of complete agreement, but if you continue to take these spoils and leave my countrymen and my lands unscathed, this can continue.” Otherwise, Riza would seek other means to cut her down that outshined any measly threat she could currently pose to the woman across from her. But for now, she was without any solution, and the preservation of her kingdom preceded any loss she incurred from Solaris’ regular collections.

QUEEN​.

Riza senses her guards’ trepidation and increasing tension as the length of this encounter stretches on. She’s well aware that they would prefer the dragon to take her bounty, examine it, and then once satisfied, promptly vacate the premises until her next payment was due. But the queen knows the workings of the nefarious well. So long as Solaris was content with her spoils, let her linger so she can examine her adversary. The enemy you know.

     Her hand waves to her guards to exit the chambers. “But your highness-.” And she gives them a look. “Just outside the doors.” She knows that move would have but a large, inevitable target on her back, as well as that Solaris would eviscerate her before they could even open the chamber doors. And yet the queen is fairly certain that if she at least caters to Solaris’ desires and whims that won’t be a problem. Doesn’t mean she won’t be bullheaded all the way down the line. Only once they’re gone does she rise to procure the appropriate vessels for the wine. “They’re good men but sometimes err on overprotective.”

- “They cherish you, for you are a good queen to your people and men.” Lust knows the honor Riza follows so delightfully; It was shown with the riches offered and the hospitality between them both. ( Oh, who was Solaris kidding - she was using her just as much as Riza was using her. ) The dragon smirks as she looks onward, purring contently as she casually looks over the riches once more. “Knowing them, the amount of gold here is nothing compared to their precious queen. Don’t they know I would never cross you? It makes me feel as though you speak ill of me when I am gone, Riza.”

A taunt, eyes locked on the royalty with a flicker of a challenge lingering there. She knows both of them would never truly end the game of cat and mouse - Solaris is thrilled with the hunt and Riza hardly made the game boring. ( In fact, it had been centuries since Solaris last had fun… ) Walking over to take a seat, the dragon leans back in her seat as she speaks. “You wouldn’t be so callous, now would you?”

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💋 [ prolly.... the kiss of death ]

@creepiitus | Send 💋 for a kiss from my character!

      The tension in the air is thick. Riza had been made privy to Solf J. Kimblee’s reemergence in the world. Wherever it is he crawled out from is still a mystery, but she makes no hesitation in taking his presence here as seriously as she would any other circumstance. If he’s here, there’s a major probability that this is no coincidence that their paths cross, and that he’s here with the explicit task of eliminating her charge.

      Given the circumstances, she’s quite certain he doesn’t know she’s involved as a part of Roy Mustang’s inner circle. All the better for her. She could quite seamlessly weave herself out of here - but she’s more focused on weaving herself in. Coincidentally of course. Reel him in towards her - away from his target. 

      For as much as her new position required great lengths of adjustment that proved frustrating, Riza’s suddenly thankful that not many know that she’s replaced Mustang’s former guard. Leaves the outsiders and the nefarious one step behind.

      And she’ll play them like a fiddle all the more.

      So she listens as he converses, swirling her watered down (she’d been previously uninterested in her gin, ice left to melt almost all the way). The sips, eyes watching his face. Evaluating but not too much so. Like a woman at the bar clear with intrigue, but leaving the calculations internal. The amount of times his eyes flickers to the front desk of the hotel is too many, but Riza gives him credit, the way in which he does it would slide by unnoticed by the naive. He’s very good at remaining casual and relaxed. Not as good as her.

      When he offers her up to his suite, she’s caught off guard. Her mind whirrs - let him think this isn’t her first drink - and she seizes an opportunity when she sees one. 

      Instead of using the elevator he elects to use the common stairwells and traipse the hallways of each floor. Conversing, pausing to admire the ornamental, century and a half old architecture. They can agree on one thing - the interior is exquisite.

      It’d be a shame if anyone’s blood were to ruin it. By what she’s been told, however, Riza thinks Kimblee would state otherwise.

      They’re on the fourth floor now, second to last. Riza’s on alert now. Her room is 405 - adjoined to the larger suite of 406. Mustang’s room. Kimblee clearly is aware of this - she feels the air around them shift. 

      And they hear the elevator ding.

      In a move that surprises her, Kimblee’s hand is at her waist and tugging her around the corner out of sight. She hears the faint voices of Mustang and Havoc - good, he’s with him. Her eyes are glued to Kimblee the entire time. Unwavering, both of their eyes lock. The voices near and just as Kimblee begins to shift in an attempt to lean around the corner to get a better look at his target, Riza snatches his tie in her hands and silently pulls him down for a kiss.

      It’s reckless and gross. It’s the quickest thing she could think of without alerting him of her allegiance or causing them to be discovered and leading to a straight bloodbath. 

      Even after she hears the beep of the keycard unlocking Mustang’s suite and the two men slipping inside, door locking behind them, she continues. Kimblee must not have been too set on observing the floor plan as he doesn’t make any move to stop her or push her away. 

      But she does eventually release his tie, only now realizing the strength of her own grip when she feels the indentations her fingernails dug into her palm. Eyes drop as he digs into his pocket, revealing a keycard of his own. She takes it between two fingers - 210. Just two nameless people embarking on whatever the night held.

      “I need to check at the front desk for a call. I’ll meet you in a few minutes.”

      Riza nods. 

      As he turns, back to her now, Riza reaches behind her back. Fingers slip around her firearm, stealthily hidden and ready to be brandished. Only after it’s nearly pressed against the line of his spine between his shoulder blades does she release the safety.

      “I don’t think you’re going anywhere, Solf.”

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Corners (my muse) so that they cannot escape them.

@creepiitus​ | Detailed action prompt.  

      “If you’ll excuse me, Major, I have business that needs attention.” 

      She begins to maneuver around his skulking figure, eyes already trained on the door that marks her escape. The Fuhrer needs documents from Archives, the list which had been given after his meeting concluded with Kimblee. She had been given absolutely no instruction to entertain whatever thoughts the alchemist had in that moment. Riza would do her job - and get out.

      But the Fuhrer had departed with his guards to observe some training at the shooting range. Seizing the opportunity, Kimblee outpaces her. His hand snatches her wrist and with startling precision spins her around. With just the one hand he presses her back into the closest wall, while the other flashes to hold her other wrist in place as it moves to unholster one of her pistols.

      Suddenly, Riza’s too aware of how many inches he has on her. She exhales quickly, heart rate spiking as he looms. His hands release, palms flashing the tattooed arrays as a warning. What would be a tell of ceasefire is instead potentially forboding.

      He remains too close. 

      “What a surprise to see you working under the Fuhrer, of all people, Lieutenant. And not under the esteemed Colonel Mustang.” His tone is mocking - her muscles tense and but face remains untainted by color or a furrowed brow. But her eyes are fire, boring into Kimblee’s face as fingers twitch, itching to reach for her guns if he makes any movement that threatens her wellbeing. 

      As is his proximity wasn’t doing that already. 

      “Does he see it as a betrayal, you giving up so easily to go work under the Fuhrer-?”

      Riza sees red, and for the first time since the night underneath the Third Laboratory, her rage boils over. She shoves him back with a degree of force she was even surprised she could muster.

      Kimblee catches himself before he collides with her desk that lies a number of feet back, but not before his hat tumbles to the floor. To her annoyance, he only nonchalantly adjusts his tie and reaches for the hat. His face is serious but she’s quick to recognize the amusement that glitters in his eyes as he catches a glimpse of her rising and falling chest, fists clenched and stance slowly moving from offensive to neutral. 

      He turns on his heel and moves to depart. A hand waves carelessly without giving her another look. “I certainly hope you can keep your cool around the Fuhrer, Lieutenant. You’ll certainly need to play this close to the chest if you hope to make it out the other side.”

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Tries to catch (my muse) but ends up losing balance and falls with them instead. // ♥ jean

@brazencord | Detailed action prompt.  

      “Shit, Hawkeye.” Havoc is already making long strides towards her as she stumbles out of the smoke. A hand is up to her mouth as she coughs uncontrollably. “How in the hell-?”

      “It didn’t hit me - much. I was on the-” 

      Another fit of coughs. She’s bowed over but still trying to talk despite the degree to which she’s staggering in the clearer air. Havoc rests a hand on her back, digging in his pocket for his small handkerchief. There’s dust and grime on her face and neck. He picks out a few pieces of debris from her hair. “-I was on the other side. Mostly was just propelled back and hit by a few crates.” She breathes slowly, wiping her eyes with the handkerchief. He can hear she’s wheezing from the coughing and the wind having been knocked out of her from the blow. “Where’s the Colonel?” 

      Havoc gives her an exasperated look. “He’s still back behind the perimeter set up by the MPs, but I could hear him go barking mad once the sounds of explosives died down.”

      “Lets show him we’re alright.” Riza makes it only a few steps, Havoc following close behind, before her knees buckle. She falls back against his chest and regardless of his stature and his strength, the way she makes contact is awkward for him to stabilize and he’s falling back onto the ground. Luckily he catches himself with his arm - a bit of stinging that can just be remedied with a little ice and rest. 

      But he notices a trail of blood trickling down her temple when he shifts her to stand. It must have been hidden by her bangs. “Damn.” Before she can protest he’s calling for a medic as allies come into view, cradling her head so it won’t be jostled and keeping an eye out for any adversaries that emerge before the experts deem it safe to move her.

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Clings to (my muse) in a possessive sort of way. [ OH?? ]

@hariolor​ | Detailed action prompt.

      Blood painted her lips crimson red. She thought she had been alone in this endeavor, tasked with hunting and eliminating - her feeding was just the grand prize. But she breaks away from the limp body at the base of the massive tree before her. Darkened eyes flicker over to Lust’s. The homunculus must have thought it best to follow, linger back and observe, until satisfied.

      Hunger fed but nowhere near sated, Riza rises and moves her way over to Lust’s shadowed form. The victim’s blood isn’t wiped away from her lips as she closes the distance. Lust gives her no verbal praise, no words to cradle and entangle her in madness and horror. The job was already done. Bloodshed had been dealt, inhibitions and useless commitments to atone for souls robbed of life that could never be returned their humanity. A monster in heart and a monster in mind.

      At the back of her mind, Riza expects Lust to push her away as she nears. A hierarchical woman - she’s made no secret of Riza’s position despite her accomplishments. Yet she allows her closer, until their bodies are pressed together. Riza waits no time to press her lips against the slope of her exposed shoulder. Teeth graze regenerable skin. They don’t penetrate. 

      Not yet.

      She moved upwards. Lips open and just as she’s content with the placement, Lust’s arms wind around her body, sealing her in position with a tightness that makes her still. Arms slink around her waist and hips, hands weave up into her hair. There’s nothing in the air around them, only the midnight air of a forest that might as well reek with death.

     Only when Lust’s hands dig into her skin, pulling her that fraction of a millimeter in order to lock her in, as if to say ‘only drink from me’, does Riza sink her teeth into her skin and relish in the blood that spills over her tongue.

      But she knows that isn’t true, as must as Lust relishes in the once stalwart, true, and just lieutenant that now thirsts for the liquid that pumps limitlessly though her veins. There’s just too much more blood left to spill wherever they go next.

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" Nice shot. " He's suddenly in her ear--snuck behind when she was preoccupied with the aim of her rifle out the tower window, to lean over her shoulder. " I envy the view from up here. "

@creepiitus | the roach is lurking -> poor riza 

      Her stomach drops at the voice in her ear. Finger remains steady on her trigger despite the wave of shock and brief fear that courses through her entire body. Hawkeye meets Kimblee’s face as she crawls back from her perch - and more importantly, away from her surprise visitor. 

      Back away from her strategic view from her tower, she wipes the sweat from her brow that had been building in the unrelenting heat of the day. “I should report you for wreckless behavior, Major. I could have shot you.”

      It’s not a thought that hasn’t crossed her mind - she’s more concerned with his lurking. Here. But instead of lingering she moves towards her pack. She shoulders her rifle and digs into the pack’s contents. Hand latches onto her canteen, taking a long needed sip to moisten her perpetually dried mouth. “Are you here with official business?” A pause that asks otherwise as well, but Riza doesn’t dare opening that door herself.

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hariolor​:

QUEEN​.

      “Never.” Lips twitch momentarily, but Riza’s face remains otherwise untainted by emotion. The necklace is a particularly high value spoil from her army’s more recent expeditions. She herself has less interest in the gold and the gems and the goblets. A hand gestures vaguely to the back of the piles. “There’s plenty of wine, hopefully they’ll satisfy your tastes.” A pause. Lips twitch once more, eyes meeting Solaris’. What a comfort a blade or bow would be, but she knows any offensive by her own hand pale in comparison to the force of nature in her presence. “A shame indeed.”

The riches, the power over royalty; Which one had a higher value to the beast that was the dragon? Solaris finds the Queen to be one unlike many — Because her connections to others, but not just that… Riza was someone of entertainment and the fire breathing monstrosity wanted nothing more but to watch the pride and seldom queen fall from grace, and right into her very hands. ( In due time. ) She moves to the back to grab hold of the bottle, examining it with a purr before raising her gaze back to the other. “Why not join me in sharing this bottle? You do have spare time for me… right — ?”

Riza senses her guards’ trepidation and increasing tension as the length of this encounter stretches on. She’s well aware that they would prefer the dragon to take her bounty, examine it, and then once satisfied, promptly vacate the premises until her next payment was due. But the queen knows the workings of the nefarious well. So long as Solaris was content with her spoils, let her linger so she can examine her adversary. The enemy you know.

     Her hand waves to her guards to exit the chambers. “But your highness-.” And she gives them a look. “Just outside the doors.” She knows that move would have but a large, inevitable target on her back, as well as that Solaris would eviscerate her before they could even open the chamber doors. And yet the queen is fairly certain that if she at least caters to Solaris’ desires and whims that won’t be a problem. Doesn’t mean she won’t be bullheaded all the way down the line. Only once they’re gone does she rise to procure the appropriate vessels for the wine. “They’re good men but sometimes err on overprotective.”

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riza:

reigningsniper​:

[ don’t mind her she’s just going to protect everyone from kimblee ]

how nice. he feels like he is being watched by an angel. 

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      “Never.” Lips twitch momentarily, but Riza’s face remains otherwise untainted by emotion. The necklace is a particularly high value spoil from her army’s more recent expeditions. She herself has less interest in the gold and the gems and the goblets. A hand gestures vaguely to the back of the piles. “There’s plenty of wine, hopefully they’ll satisfy your tastes.” A pause. Lips twitch once more, eyes meeting Solaris’. What a comfort a blade or bow would be, but she knows any offensive by her own hand pale in comparison to the force of nature in her presence. “A shame indeed.”

QUEEN.

      “My stubbornness is what’s allowed this kingdom to prosper despite all odds. But nothing goes unnoticed by you.” Pretty. The queen suppresses an eyeroll, instead watching as Solaris approaches the piles of luxury and glitter. It’s a price to pay if spoiling is what it takes to protect her land and people from being overrun and decimated. “Nothing but the best.” She examines the goods every year herself. Let the responsibility fall onto herself - not anyone else.

— “And it shall be the downfall of you if you attempt to turn your nose up to me, Riza.” Claws lift a certain necklace that caught her eyes; All red, glittering right before her very eyes. Her own gaze could be seen in the reflection before she turns her attention back to the queen, grin and amusement clearly written on her face. “You must have had quite the battle to gain all of this. What a shame I cannot see you fight before me; You would undoubtedly be… amusing to watch.”

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      “My stubbornness is what’s allowed this kingdom to prosper despite all odds. But nothing goes unnoticed by you.” Pretty. The queen suppresses an eyeroll, instead watching as Solaris approaches the piles of luxury and glitter. It’s a price to pay if spoiling is what it takes to protect her land and people from being overrun and decimated. “Nothing but the best.” She examines the goods every year herself. Let the responsibility fall onto herself - not anyone else.

QUEEN.

      “How could I not after you put it so frankly? But forgive my continued reluctance. Most beings don’t elect to be so kind.” She waves over one of her guards, payment already prepared and ready for inspection. “This should suffice to your specifications.”

“Your stubbornness will soon be ruined with such a sour attitude, Riza. We both know it’s smarter to keep your pretty mouth shut.” Ah, but her payment had arrived on time and she stands, making her way to the prizes lurking just before her. She is smooth and swift in examining the gold, the jewels, and so on; Making a grin ravish her face as she turns back to the queen. “You did good work as always. You certainly spoil me.”

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      “How could I not after you put it so frankly? But forgive my continued reluctance. Most beings don’t elect to be so kind.” She waves over one of her guards, payment already prepared and ready for inspection. “This should suffice to your specifications.”

QUEEN.

      “As if you provided much of a choice, Solaris. It was either bow to your will, or risk your incomparable hellfire.”

— “As long as you know your place between the both of us, Riza, then you will not need to worry about the risk. I am a woman of my word.” A pause and claws snapped as she points to the work between them. “Speaking of knowing your place, your payment is due for this year.”

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      “As if you provided much of a choice, Solaris. It was either bow to your will, or risk your incomparable hellfire.”

   @reigningsniper liked for a starter!

“Looking so bold as always, Queen… So tense, you act as though I have been nothing but horrible to you — Am I not kind enough to leave your territory alone?”

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      “I am aware of the fear of the unknown - I’m no child.” Lust’s condescension was wearing Riza thin. Repetition of her inevitable downfall, that soon she would be nothing more than what Lust stood for, blood, ruin, chaos, and all. Her teeth grind together. Anger bubbles beneath her skin and she hisses back at Lust, tired of her games and her attempts at persuasion. “I’m no longer human, but I haven’t lost what that means overall. But more importantly, I haven’t lost what that means to me. And that means fighting tooth and nail against beings like us who relish in destruction and death.” She recalled a conversation in the depths of the desert - those you’ve killed will never forget you. “I’m not naive to convince myself I haven’t done terrible things. But I won’t let that be my only mark on the world, least of all because of you.”

reigningsniper‌.

      “My remorse is more than you’ve ever felt in your centuries of existence.” As Lust continues the verbal exchange, unfazed by her refusals and her steadfast convictions, Riza’s chest fills with heat. She loathes that she must resist baring her teeth - elongated canines and all. Deep brown eyes meet red, unyielding as they persist in this…whatever this was. Riza could feel the pulses of darkness that ebbed and receded from Lust’s being - tingling against her skin and ever-present. If there was any lick of temptation emerging deep in her psyche, it was gone once again. “I chose once when I could have continued to act monstrously - even without this.” She gestures vaguely to herself. Her eyes never break contact with the homunculus’. “I fail to see what you of all people think you can accomplish.”

     “     torn apart by what dwells just below the surface of your skin;     you fear yourself more than you fear me, right?     you fear what you are capable of and if you will come to bask in such     …     atrocities you will undoubtedly create.     the sooner you give in, the better.     ”     she is ravishing every break and every crack within the stance of the sniper,     now monster.     there is something tragic about the two, something heartbreaking     —     but only because lust would continue to beat down upon the very core of riza until it is nothing but lifeless meat.     she laughs to herself at the words retorted and soon replies with her own bite.     (     she was never good at holding her tongue when it came to those she works with.     )     a purr came along with her words as she continued to speak.     “     you cling so tightly to your humanity as though you still have the honor to do so.     get it through your head, you are not human.     the sooner you realize that the blood on your hands has spilled by your doing, the better.     you were a monster of war way before this.     understood?     ”

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[ berthold hawkeye was a terrible father. 

also lol this was supposed to be a quick post with literally just the ‘nat are u going to explain?’ -> nope but then my brain decided to have a think and HERE WE ARE, FAM. ]

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@thornedeath said: Picks her up and kisses her~

      Some nights swallow her whole, leaving nothing behind but a form and a face that stares blankly into whatever space lays bare before her. Brown eyes barely move. They only blink as the world disappears, as Scarlett’s voice fades into an inconsequential hum that does little to nudge her attention back to her. It’s not her intention to ignore or shut her out. Exhaustion has built over the past few weeks with little opportunity for a straight night’s sleep, leaving her conscience vulnerable to flares of the past and and the haze of a mind trying to atone.

      Riza barely notices Scarlett moving into her line of sight, and only finally looks at her when the taller woman’s arms scoop under her knees and cradle against her shoulder blades. Once satisfied she has a good grip, Scarlett hoists her up and it’s a testament to her lack of focus until now that Riza barely finds it in herself to protest. If she were being totally honest, the warmth of Scarlett’s arms calms her mind.

      She doesn’t want to speak. She just wants to lay in her arms for a little while. Even if it doesn’t completely rid her of shadows and doubts, maybe it will calm them, just long enough, for her to close her eyes and sleep for more than 2 hours at a time.

      Then there’s the warmth of Scarlett’s lips on her own - she’s spaced out once more. But now she’s grounded again, thankful that of any sensation the kiss could possess, it’s a level of understanding and tenderness that doesn’t make her want to shrink away. It’s care and reality, warmth and so much else. Her mind is too preoccupied to find the right words. 

      As Scarlett pulls away, just a fraction, Riza releases the breath she didn’t know she had been holding. 

      If that’s all she’ll ever get in her life, Riza knows she can leave this world being thankful for it.

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@canisfuria​​ said: “ i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first. ”

MISC PROMPTS FOR YOUR FEELS

      “Then focus on that.” 

      Such a statement could be easily misconstrued as dismissive of the Sergeant’s words to unfamiliar ears. Yet Hawkeye’s words are sure and acknowledging. She’s stared death straight in its face more than once, and came out swinging every time so far. Having fallen into loss and nearly succumbed, however, she will not let others make that same mistake.

      She’s happy to hear that Fuery understands the scope of life - as uncertain as their’s might be at times.

      “Don’t give it more than a passing thought. The life of a soldier is treacherous and riddled with adversity, but if you can hold onto the fact that those are the things we fight for and want to preserve, you’ll have that much more spirit to push through it all and walk through fire.”

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@creepiitus​​ said: KIMBLEE WANTS TO PESTER HER. WHERE'S THE OPTION FOR THAT?

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