A/N: Actually, this was originally meant to be Roy, but it works nicely with Havoc as well. Inspired by a quote; "We all know that Roy has a lot of girlfriends, but do we know just how many of them are actually Envy?" That made me giggle. So, on with it, then! Angsty Havoc-ness. Heart!
Monotony
Everybody had always supposed Havoc's demeanor would grow brighter once he started scoring. If his pub-time bragging was any testiment, his luck had improved tenfold, and he had within a matter of months, become a regular womanizer; not enough to rival the Colonel perhaps, but enough to merit some all-around awe. Yet, in spite of all the pride he displayed upon telling of his good fortune, and for how much he tried to smile with the hubris that was due to him, his eyes betrayed a hidden downfall; a secret worry that seemed to only open into a greater void the higher his fortune became.
Although he never told anyone, he felt it; smelled it; sensed it somehow in the air. He knew something was not right; that each of his new mistresses was the same; there was a mundane repetetiveness, and a lock of insincerity that bound him that he could not explain. At first he supposed it was just a simple grass-is-greener complex, but late in an evening while he was engaged in normal foolishness with one of his most recent bedmates, he saw something; the same lost depth in her gaze; that same sentiment as he had. The same as they'd all had.
He was at the bar, alone this time, with nobody to brag to; to hide his insecurities from and he thought about this for some time, over the icy glass rim and pile of musty ashes. And it was then, he saw it.
He saw them, beneath a dark cloak, and a mane of messy tendril-like hair. Glowing, darting, upon a pale face of some indescernable sex, and he knew. They were those eyes. They were watching him, just as they had. They had watched him all this time, and analyzed him, pitied him, wanted him. Yes, it was all that person. The face disappeared as it turned, cutting it's gaze.
He approached the figure, and caught it by the wrist, spinning the flawless face, the true thing, towards him.
"I've been waiting for you to show up," He simply said, and took initiative in their first honest kiss.