#premiersin

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@premiersin // cont.’d

‘ then i will beat you down as many times as it takes for that stone to WITHER away... ‘

          brat; and here we had the crow calling the raven black. that aside, was he FOOLISH? ---stupid, crazy, suicidal?--- for pitching himself against a Homunculus all by himself, king of them all to hear the boy say it? a small little boy, all innocent face && starry eyes, no older than he and Alphonse were when opening Pandora’s box... what fueled own RAGE, however, if not primal desire to protect that which is most precious? 

he saw her, god; he saw her covered in blood.

‘ you PROMISED you wouldn’t touch her!! ‘

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     against all popular belief, PRIDE is actually the worst sibling 

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tfw Pride calls you prideful

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@kindhughes is officially Ed’s favorite person

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@premiersin i made us a banner

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me: in the middle of drafting a fluffy reply

also me seeing @premiersin‘s reply: nvm time to Suffer™

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@premiersin / starter

      There was a reason she abhorred leaving the contained confines of her home. For one, she favored the dark and the quiet, where all that she needed was within arms reach, and for two - it took her far too long to travel by foot. With a body like hers, blackened innards and shortness of breath, ever-weakening physical attributes with each passing day - 

    But today couldn’t be helped. The Fuhrer, Wrath, had called her personally and requested she bring updated notes of the prototype mannequin soldiers. Yes, of course, he had sent a car for her. And yes, of course, she needn’t of walked very far to begin with from the street to his home... even still, all she could think of doing after dropping everything off was returning back to her lab. It was a pain.

      Speaking of. She spotted Wrath’s wife and ‘son’ in the garden. Obviously, she would have to make small talk now. There’s a faint curiosity as she observes them - wondering quietly if Mrs. Bradley is aware of the status of her fake family. It’s almost pitying. But now, she and Selim make eye contact. In politeness, she gives them a wave of her hand. 

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pride @ ed

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