He is happy, and I am thankful.
Yes, that is what Envy thinks as he flicks the blade listlessly between his hands.
He is happy.
Silence, in the musty, dusty, green grey black. Underground. Or in a cavern. Chambers. Night after night, he lies here, waiting for the dawn to come.
Dawn would be nice.
Dawn would be pink, and yellow.
Pink, peachy, gentle, and sweet, flecked with yellow, dozy, daisy yellow, and palest of greens.
He is happy. I watched him laugh with his friends. He is happy.
Silence, and a drip, drip, drip of water, and the shuffling of rats. Green, dank, and black.
Then silence, again, except for the flick, flick, flick of the knife as he walks it over his fingers. Dull light reflects off it- glint- and he watches his reflection as the shard of mirror dances past.
Tick-
Tock-
He is happy. There was sunlight. And laughter. And friends. He is happy.
He must be happy.
Envy snorted, and dropped the knife. It landed on the dirty covers (old, wrinkled, faded- used to be pink, maybe, but now they're just grey, old and grey) and seamlessly, his face changed.
Envy leaned over to look at the knife again, and Edward Elric stared back at him, a smile of greeting upon his lips.
"Envy, my dearest, it's been simply too long!"
"Edward, how pleasant of you to drop by! My goodness, what a surprise! It has been too long!"
"Oh, I agree, old mate, old chum, simply too long."
Edward smiled at him, golden bangs falling slightly over his eyes. "So how've you been since our last little chat?"
Envy fell backwards onto his bed, rolling his eyes. "Oh, you know. Same old, same old."
"Do tell."
"Ugh, where do I begin? Oh, I know. You know that idiot, Gluttony? He ate my favorite set of thumbscrews. "
Edward gasped. "Oh, you poor thing, Envy!"
"I know."
"You must be positively desolate!"
"I might just be, Edward, I might just be."
"I should think so! Do tell me more."
Envy examined his fingernails. "Well, these days, Father simply won't leave me alone. He's always sending me off somewhere, or creating new missions, or you're attacking and he needs defending. Seems like I'm always working, these days."
"It's a conspiracy, hon."
Envy sat up, crossing his legs. "I mean, I know it's the end of the world and all that, blah blah blah, but geez! Give a guy a rest!"
"I'd complain."
"And, of course, ever since Lust died, I've been his little errand boy, so that's another set of jobs for me to handle."
"How's a person supposed to find time to rain senseless, bloodthirsty violence down upon the population day and night? There's a question you should ask him."
Envy laughed. "Maybe I will, Edward, maybe I will."
Edward giggled. "Oh, En-En, you sound so evil when you plot revenge."
Envy grinned. "Well, you'd know, now, wouldn't you, Edward?"
"Probably. But I do so love it when you broaden your horizons a little."
"I knew you'd be proud of me." Envy examined the knife blade again. "Have you been doing something different with your hair?"
Edward watched him quite steadily from the reflection in the metal.
"Only if you have, too, Envy…"
The golden eyes slowly swirled their way back to violet.
Envy collapsed backwards onto the bed. Baring his teeth, he gripped the knife in his fist, and hurled it at the wall. It buried itself deep within the cheap mortar of the damp, dark, grey grey grey grey wall.
Stone fluid trickled down his palm from a small knick it had created in his palm.
"You're not real."
