5 Times the Love (with Envy)
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There were a lot of things he didn’t understand, but Envy tried. Pride would sit there for a while trying to keep up and follow along as they talked on excitedly and every once in a while, they’d stop and look at him, asking if he was keeping up, and the blonde would nod or shake his head. It carried on from there. But Envy tried. They tried to tell him what it was things were, what things meant, stutters and blushes aside, they tried.
Without that, Pride wasn’t sure he’d have ever been able to try and put the world together on his own.
“But how did you get paint in your hair?”
Pride sulked in the tub, knees hugged to himself as his hair was tugged now and then with Envy insisting, again, on washing it themselves, “……….Al was playing……..his fault.”
“What did he do, knock over a bucket?”
There was some small noise and the hair tugging and scrubbing stopped a moment for a small pat on the head. Pride took that as Envy understanding, the Boy in Red across the room insisted he was being humored.
It wasn’t even that bad, really. The gash had already closed up on his arm from getting too close to the new chimera. Envy was still fussing over it, “You’re sure it doesn’t still hurt?”
“I know that, I asked if it hurts!” Pride wasn’t sure he understood how something could hurt if it wasn’t there anymore. He shook his head again and now he was just getting dizzy from it. Not that he told Envy that, they were still looking over his arm before finally scooping him up and pulling him over, “No getting near the cages anymore, okay?”
He nodded and tried to focus on the room not spinning around anymore.
Envy was a lot of things. The others all gave their opinion on the matter. Pride listened a lot when he was first born, trying to gather information about anything and everything he could so he could try and come to his own choices about things. Not everything about Envy was nice, sometimes when they came home, they had a look on them that he didn’t like much. Sometimes there was blood, sometimes they were angry. But that wasn’t all the parts of Envy. They were the one that held him when he got lonely and grinned at him brightly when they were happy about something. They soothed him when he was scared and couldn’t sleep, and they were good. Envy was good.
Pride knew that, and he pressed his face against the older’s side without another word, “Aww, are you cuddly today?”
He just nodded, not sure how else to describe it, but that would do.
Maybe it wasn’t much in the long run of things, but he was happy. They weren’t even sleeping, just curled up where it was warm and comfortable. Storm was outside, it was suggested that Pride didn’t go outside and instead, he was spending a good chunk of the morning just curled up against Envy’s chest with his eyes closed. Every once in a while a set of small paws stood on him, there’d be a grunt when they moved tot he second body. A hand would play with his hair and he’d nuzzle in a little closer.
Something small, something comfortable, something safe. Better than hiding from a storm. Or maybe it was hiding, but it was a good kind. The storm could go on all day now, he didn’t mind.
