@first-homunculus said
"You really are the spitting image of your father when he was just a boy, full of yourself just like he was too. You have a lot to learn, but if you're as much like your father as I'm willing to bet you are, well, it'll take more years than you have left to learn how this world really works."
Gold meets gold and Edward turns to face the older man. That’s a face he can’t say he’s ever cared much for. There’s silence for a moment to meet his words the teenager drawing his head back slightly to spit at the elder’s feet.
“Fuck you.”
His words are sharp as he speaks them, golds on fire as they glare his father’s copycat down. Father? No - he didn’t have one of those. The only thing Hohenheim was good for was the spark that starts life. So honestly? Fuck him too.
Edward’s listening. Ears open to the insults coming his direction. Comparing him to Van Hohenheim of all people. Like him when he was a boy huh? So he wasn’t a deadbeat then? Of course not, he didn’t have mouths to feed - he could wander the countryside doing who-the-fuck-knew--what- ever. There’s something about this bearded bastard that makes his skin crawl. It’s like looking at Hohneheim but not. It’s like looking at the man who didn’t want him but yet it not actually being him at all.
It made him sick to his stomach. A constantly reminder that he was nothing more than a misfit, unworthy of his father’s love.
But he’s still talking - coming after him like he has the room to give him a life lesson. Deadbeats don’t get family rights....and he’s wearing the face of a misfit so he may as well be close enough.
“Full offense, but I don’t give’a shit what you say - even more so when yer wearin’ his face. You think I don’t know how the world works? You think I don’t understand how things work ‘round here? You wanna talk down ta me? Go right ahead. Last I checked yer the one with dead kids. I thought those bitches were supposed ta be immortal... Maybe the world doesn’t quite work the way you think it does ‘cause whatever plans you have I’m gunna tear them apart.”
