❛ WHAT AM i doing here, you say? well, that’s a very question. i happen to be looking for something, although i can’t tell you what it is. it’s rather important. ❜
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❛ WHAT AM i doing here, you say? well, that’s a very question. i happen to be looking for something, although i can’t tell you what it is. it’s rather important. ❜
@instigatesin.
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those dark eyes that which have BEWTICHED half the misguided population ( for centuries ) with conveyed innocence instead cast a CONDESCENDING glare towards their sibling -- superior and all-knowing, she can cut through the other’s arrogant build in the way which fire tears through paper. watching their snide and snark causes her ( for a moment ) to contemplate the emotion of PITY ------- for that is all she can envision towards. albeit, with mockery. without any indication of a smile, without a trace of laughter she still draws enjoyment in stating the FACT that which eats at her younger sibling.
❛ poor, poor little envy. without even the companion of a twin -- there will be no one to mourn you, should you die. ❜
IS THE ILL-WILL HE SENSES IN THE MOMENT REAL OR IMAGINED? he can’t say for certain, can’t say with absolute clarity, but there is something beneath the surface that nags at him, prods at him ----- almost as though in warning. but no matter how he reaches out to grasp this ‘something’, it eludes him; slipping through his fingers before he’s able to properly grab hold of it. in this way, it’s not unlike an itch he just cannot seem to scratch.
his head hurts, he realizes; it doesn’t, usually. in spite of this fact, however, he manages something of a smile, and faces the other fully. “ ... oh, sorry ----- did you say something? i think i zoned out for a minute, there -----! “ // @instigatesin!
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❛ howdaretheycallmeshorti’mnotshorti’mjustalittlestuntedi’llshowthemi’llmakethem -- ❜
grumbling, interrupted. the streets of central are ever bustling ... continuing onward the guise of naivety every citizen harbors. and why not? they’re smiling, so let them smile. let him carry the weight ( it hurts, doesn’t it? ) for all of them. he’s done it for this long, so just a little longer. but it isn’t this ever present feeling of a weight crushing down on his shoulders that causes his childish stomping to cease; it’s the gait of another state alchemist nearby, he, too, wandering the streets. it’s slow, and deliberate, slipping into a nearby alley -- it isn’t the normal dignified walk most state alchemist’s carry. coat flowing ever behind edward, he follows the alchemist into the alleyway, silently, sticking to the shadows. and then ... it’s familiar, he realizes, the way the man’s body shifts, he’s seen it countless times before. even as the uniform becomes much looser on the new body, edward elric is resigned to the shadows, watching.
he knows.
❛ What are you doing here? ❜ bitter, the flavor of choice for the eldest elric.
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envy voice: dont do it ull regret it
yer biggest regret is felt every time ya look in the mirror
pipsqueak
im gonna beat ur fuckin ass call me a pipsqueak