A/N: Yeah…a little drabble I thought up. I made a list of every pairing conceivable in the FMA-verse, and this was what came to me. Dante's totally OOC, but hey, she's four hundred years old, she can't be a bitch the entire time. And not really romantic, but I like it.
Exactly 100 words, NOT counting the A/N or title, of course.
"I want my mommy! I want my mommy!" The girl's screams echoed through the house.
Envy growled, "Shut up or I'll rip your fucking heart out!" Elysia quieted down, but she continued to rock back and forth, whimpers escaping.
"That's not how you do it, Envy." Dante picked up Elysia and cradled her in her arms, the little girl's head resting in the crook of her arm.
Envy snorted. "What's the point of that, Dante?"
She looked up and smiled at him. "Don't you remember? This is how I used to hold you after you had a nightmare…so long ago…"