Rated: K (G)
Written: January 30, 2006
Summary: Gluttony wants.
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Gluttony wants to touch the stars, to swim in the milky plethora of midnight skies, to fill his maw with stardust.
Envy says, it's impossible, that those shiny, pretty wonders were gaseous masses that generated energy by means of thermonuclear reactions. But that sounds like something the Fullmetal pipsqueak would say, Envy muses, and retracts his statement. Then he says instead that they aren't as perfect-pretty as they seem – behind their shimmering visages lie something deeper, darker, and more unpleasant.
Gluttony soon loses track of Envy's blabberings, unsure of whether he is talking about stars any more at all, or something of an entirely different nature.
All the rest of the filius philosophorum ignore Gluttony, figuring that the rotund creature will forget his query once something more tangible – food, for instance – crosses his mind.
But he doesn't forget. Because everyone has something they hold most dear. He knew, because Lust had told him so, in the dead of a night similar to this one, when he asked her about Ishval and why she looked so sad.
Gluttony confirms that which is true of Lust is also true of Envy. Envy is just like Lust.
Well, not really, Gluttony corrects. Envy isn't nice or pretty; he is annoying and sometimes scary. But he also has something he holds close and dear. Something he wants to reach and touch but can't.
It isn't a nice something like the stars, though. One time, in bygone days, it may have been. But Envy is beyond old. Somewhere along the way, his dreams were spilled and convoluted, spread thin amidst countless mutagens.
Gluttony doesn't worry about losing the stars. They are ineffable phenomena incapable of being lost. And when Gluttony - caught in the silent sands with Lust beside him – watches the 'stars' shoot across the sky and fall into the rising sun, Gluttony does not think the stars are dying.
They are simply coming nearer, closer, so someday he may treasure their touch. He arches his tongue up to the sky.
He wants to taste the stars.
-fin