A/N: Prompt is B: Blackness from a_to_z_prompts. This one is soooo OOC that it's sad. D; So, it's a short short drabble. J

Shadows in the Dark

"Is it possible to see shadows in the dark when the darkness blinds everything?"

Greed wasn't the brightest thing in the world. In fact, he wasn't bright at all. He wore black on the outside, and inside his heart was probably dyed black. So when Ling sat there, he couldn't see a single shimmer of light. Yet, trapped in this eternal darkness, Greed's voice, was his only source of gleaming light. Twisted in a sense, but still the truth, a fact.

It was like yearning for a shadow in the dark. It was light that could not be seen, light that seemed to never exist. But it did, it was in there, in the blinding blackness.

A shadow is black itself, yet it appears to be a light in the face of enormous amount of obscurity. Even if Greed was the night, the dark itself, his voice appeared too be the only source of light.

Greed talked. He talked a lot, in fact. He expressed his opinions, his greedy opinions, to Ling, everyday. One would find him annoying, one who would not quiet down. But for Ling, he sat there quietly listening to the ramblings of the homunculus. Sometimes he would smile and sometimes he would laugh as the homunculus continued to blabber on and on.

Ling passed the days like this in a orderly fashion. He slept, and he listened, he woke, and he listened. His life was aimless, as he continued to listen. The life he lead might have seen dull, but he wouldn't change a thing if he could. Why? Because Greed was with him, because Greed was there in his life.