(mortale)
Envy + Wrath drabble.
Rated: K.
497 words.
He stopped dead in his tracks, and turned around.
"What did you say to me?" He whispered, lowly and warningly, through the spaces of his tightly clenched jaw, both his hands curling into fists. The boy behind him smiled. It was a small, insignificant expression, twitching the corners of the pale pink lips, creasing the ghost white of his tiny, child-like jawline, and showing rows of glistening sharp teeth jutting from underneath his gums. He looked like a little vampire, standing there. Snowflakes fell and crested in his hair.
"I said," the child repeated, "'I'm going to kill you.' What part don't you understand, Envy-nii?"
Shifting a little in his place, he rocked back on his heels, excitement bubbling up behind the murky blueness of his eyes. Envy swivelled around, giving him a seething, withering kind of look from underneath his windswept bangs.
"You really think that, don't you," he snarled. "That you can kill me. Just because of that arm."
Mockingly sweet, he moved closer to his precious little death threat, looking so androgynous pretty and so cruel as he watched those huge eyes watching him, stroking his skin-thick cheek like a white flower. Inside, he knew the child was ugly. All mismatched limbs and unruly, wild hair and dark clothes; with those huge, malicious eyes swimming with tears or malice, begone innocence.
The child fastened his arms around Envy's waist, letting his fingers bleed in through the fabric of his clothes and skin and drifting on the surface of his bones.
"You little shit," Envy half sneered, almost purred. The movements from inside of him were irritating. Vaguely painful.
He moved the coils of dark hair off of the little forehead, frowning.
"You don't know how much I hate you."
The younger sin smirked, burying his face within the other's abdomen as his small, grubby fingers wove deeper within the atoms and the cells that made the other's body, so inhuman, so unnatural, stroking along the discs; every sweet caress like a spinal tap, his flesh and blood becoming one with Envy's flesh and blood.
"But, Envy-nii," he cooed, sweetly and malevolently at once, as only the small sin could, "I love you."
The taller homonculus growled, scowling petulantly at his temporary ward as one does a particularly clingy, irritating child (which was what Wrath was), but did not force him to release him. The little one only curled deeper into him when he was not pushed away, bending his head against the slender waist, the long hair tickling his thighs. Fastening his arms tighter around the other body, he whispered deep into the volume of his skin, sending shivers throughout the older sin's veins, his marrow, the depth of his anatomy, and the whole of its alchemical structure, making his insides move around.
He whispered, "Love you, in fact, to death."
And Envy, for reasons unbeknownst even to him, did not attempt to pull away.
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