I Lost My Fear of Falling
Writers block and I'm screwed. Yes, that's right, screwed. So, this one-shot will be weak, pathetic and overall sad. I'm sorry, but I did try my best with my writers block.
Warnings: OOC to the EXTREME, and so suggested shounen ai. Rated 'T' so I don't have to change the rating of anything else. But really, this one shot more like 'K+'. And thanks to anyone who actually reads my warnings. It's also extremely short.
I DON'T' OWN FMA! Well, duh!
Kind of based off a story I wrote in English.
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I, Envy, have come to a conclusion that may shock people and homunculi alike.
I've decided that I love the way he smiles.
That's it. I love the way he smiles. Nothing more, nothing less.
I just adore the way he faces lights up when he sees me. His eyes glow brighter and that damn smile I love so much grows bigger. If only you could see him through my eyes. It'll take your breath away, just like it takes my breath away every time and any time I see him. I swear it's magical.
But there's a difference between you and me. You see, I can hold, touch, and kiss him. You can't. Well, you could try, but I bet you that you'll get out of it with a new arm that looks like a monkey's ass.
And his eyes. Don't get me started on those eyes. I worship the way they just seem to glow as I hold him in my arms. I love the way he looks at me with those eyes, as he stares up at me. I adore the way those eyes seem to smile at me, as I come towards him.
I think it's adorable the way I see him when he thinks I'm not there. I swear, his eyes look as dark as they can get, without losing that lovely golden colour they have, when he just walks out of that Colonel's office. I giggle silently to myself, as I stalk him for a bit until he's out of the building, then I change back to my cute form and pin him against a nearby wall or tree.
I also love his hair. Everything about it. Down to it's golden colour and stubborn-ness as he tries to tame it in the mornings. I just adore running my fingers through that hair, feeling the way it fall through my fingers. I utterly worship the way it seems to shine as the sunlight catches in a way I've never seen before. I spend most of my life now just starting at the hair sometimes, as we lye down on some grassy spot and just watch the sky for awhile.
I love the way he moves. The way he walks, talks and swings those little hips of his. I love the way he seems to purr as I stroke just one finger up and down his stomach.
I love his attitude. I think it's hilarious when he gets all pissed just because you called him short. I love the way he shouts and screams at the poor person who doesn't even know what they've done to make him so angry.
I love everything about him.
Some people say I'm going soft. But I just spit in there faces. I'm still as hard core as ever, I've just found a new interest. Which is the most important person in my life, who I will give anything too.
Seriously, I'll kill a whole village filled with women and children if he asks me too. Hell, I'll even put on a pink tutu and dance if it'll make me smile some more. I wouldn't change anything about him. He's perfect in my eyes.
Oh, and did I mention that I love the way he smiles?
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Short and sweet. It's short, but it's the best I could do in my writers block.
Good? Bad? Way to OOC? Please Review and Tell me! Flames will be now given to my editor, who will grammar and spell check them and maybe add sentence or two, and send them back to me so I can then send them back to the senders. But, instead of putting me through that hard process, you can just not flame.
'Til next time!
