a.n: OMG; ENVY-CENTRIC DRABBLE! Sorry, I just love my Envy-kun. He's one of my favorite FMA characters... well, all of the homunculi are, but, that doesn't count.
Warnings: None. I didn't even curse by saying 'Hell' or 'damn' once!
Oops.
It was the funniest thing- homunculi were the closest things in existence to immortality, yet, they could still get tans.
Or, their skin could burn. Badly.
Or, at least, one of their skins' could burn.
Envy scowled down at the expanse of white sand stretching out in front of him, blue waves lapping at the sand greedily; almost envious of the land, where they could have a permanent place instead of being ever-changing and traveling, the nomads of the ocean.
He hated beaches because they gave him sunburn. Though he could easily change into something else, his skin would always be flaking and red when he went back into his 'adorable' form.
Not only that, but the rolling dunes and the sand reminded him of golden sand baking beneath a cloudless blue desert sky, and screams, and strange human faces and heads thrown backwards in what closely resembled ecstasy or passion; a strange human emotion Envy had never understood. After all, he'd never been human.
But... There was also a sense of familiarity attached to the beach. He was a pawn, forever on, eddied and ebbed and subject to erosion, just like the beach. He was moved around like a tool, and he could never stick around in one place for long, just like a wave. Envy could only beg for the safety of the shore, yet, just like the waves, he could never have it.
He crossed his arms on the balcony and put his chin on his arms, closing his eyes and grinning without bitterness.
Another reason to hate the beach.
He was just like it.