Amethyst eyes glinting in the moonlight.

Watching through the window.

Gazing at the object of his fascination.

She looked so peaceful laying there.

Fiery gold eyes that so often glared at him with hatred.

Closed.

Creamy skin normally flushed with rage and coated in her claret blood, trickling down.

Smooth, milky, pale, and clean.

Full pink lips always throwing harsh words, snarls, biting accusations, and curses as they engaged in battles of both wits and body.

Curving gently.

Gold hair swinging in a meticulous braid behind her.

Lying loose, framing her face like a halo.

The small curvy body that was always moving, running, fighting.

Still, and calm.

The automail she wielded with deadly skill.

Shining innocently in the moonlight.

She lay there, so innocent. Face down, arms wrapped around the pillow, pressing her face into it. The blankets wrapped tightly around her prone form, one leg sprawling. Her chest rising and falling lightly with each breath, not heaving and panting for air like when she was in a fight.

She looked helpless, something she would never be.

She looked like a porcelain doll. Perfect, untouched, fragile. Like one small push would be all it took. One push and she would fall and crack. Splinter into pieces, shatter into shards.

He knew how strong she was, how hard it was to break her. So why was he so afraid of this beauty being destroyed.

Broken beyond repair.

He knew what those finely crafted bones felt like when they broke.

Knew how those eyes looked clouded with pain.

Knew what it felt like to cut into her soft scared skin.

Knew what she smelled like as she fought, sweat and the metallic scent of blood, and hints of citrus tempered with vanilla.

Knew how it felt to hear the cold and furious words falling from her lips.

Knew how her automail looked as it was reduced to pieces.

He loved it.

He wanted to hurt her.

To protect her.

To feel bones brake.

To heal her.

To see pain swimming in those molten gold pools.

To see love and other emotions he didn't-couldn't- feel, reflected back in those amber disks.

To hear her scream in pain and rage, shout herself hoarse.

To hear soft whispers and kind words.

To render her to pieces, like he had done to her automail many times before.

To hold her tight to him and feel her body against his.

To overpower the fresh scent of citrus and vanilla mixed with sweat with the coyly sweet scent of blood, so strong he could taste it in the air.

To stick his nose against her and breathe her comforting and unique smell.

To yank and pull her blond hair out.

To nuzzle it affectionately.

He was torn, waging a war against himself. The scary thing was he didn't know which side was going to win. He didn't know which side to fight for. He didn't know what would happen if the other side won the battle. He didn't know which would be worse.

Loving her- no, possessing her-(homunculi don't feel)-no loving, her.

Or killing her, hating her.

He envied her. She didn't feel these feelings tearing him apart. All she felt for him was hate, pure and simple, and she made sure he knew it.

He hated her. She returned it.

He wanted her. She was oblivious.

The sun was coming up. Rays bathing her form, giving her a golden glow.

The feeling that possessed him was so sick and twisted and yet so pure and innocent.

She was his Chibi, his pipsqueak, his enemy, his love, his Eve, and she was his undoing.

He shifted his form to remain hidden. Anything to keep watching this marvelous creature. Soon she would be up and fighting, and running and yelling. But for a few minutes more she could slumber quietly and he could gaze.

And when she work from a comforting yet disturbing dream about violaceous eyes watching over her, crying for her, hating her and loving her, still he scrutinized her.

He watched her always with his amethyst eyes.


Disclaimer: I had to put it in, but I don't wanna. I don't own FMA, if I did Ed would be a girl. I'm going to go cry now.

Okay dokie, in case you didn't figure it out this is Envy x Fem!Ed. This came out of nowhere. I love writing Fem!Ed stories but the pairings are always different and this is the first Edvy story I've written. Go check out my other stories and leave a review, just tell me what you think, I appreciate it. To quote Tiger "T.T.F.N., Ta-Ta For Now!"