kindhughes:
STARVING sounds better than humiliating himself in front of the homunculus. maes narrows his eyes. ( god, his beard is itchy – the things you think about to COPE. ) he breathes harshly and twists his wrists. he squirms and gets up to his knees. “THANKS, envy… you’re a real HELP.” he growls. it’s hard to shift forward on his knees with his ankles tied. fuck.
it takes a lot to shift forward even a little bit. his body shakes from the exertion – except he’s hardly done ANYTHING. he’s become so weak. ( no one is coming. ) maes bows his head forward, breathing harshly. “could you at least untie my ANKLES?” he doesn’t say please. he refuses to cave into this. he’s a SURVIVOR, even after all the torture from lust and pride.
“If i were ever going to be some help to you stupid animals, i sure as hell wouldn’t be starting now.” Came the airy reply from the homunculus, tone decidedly less hostile now that they’d come to the realisation that no, they weren’t in fact going to have to help the human eat. In fact, it would seem as though the soldier had come to the conclusion that if he were going to feed his dying body he was going to have to take matters into his own hands ( er- elbows? and knees? ) and well, if that didn’t suit Envy just fine.
“And no, you know the rules.” Or he didn’t, but who cared. Envy most certainly didn’t. “You act stubborn and dumb, you get tied up. S’not genius work, stupid.”
