Crying -- Sloth
If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was tears. Her flaw, her weakness. Something to that extent. Whenever someone was crying, she felt a nearly overwhelming urge to hold them, comfort them. An urge, or a need rather, to stop those tears. In her mind, she'd beg desperately for them to stop crying, to be happy, to smile.
To look up at her with bright, golden eyes.
But she shook that last thought away. A dream it was, and nothing more. There was no golden-eyed child to look up at her lovingly. There was no baby to hold, to rock tenderly against her.
Call it a want, a desire, a memory. A faded remnant of Trisha Elric, buried as deep as possible in her shallow past. She wasn't Trisha, didn't know if ever she had been, didn't want to remember such things if she had.
And she'd never admit that one of the reasons she couldn't handle the tears of others, was because so very often, Sloth felt very much like crying herself.
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Little drabble here for Sloth, because I tend to ignore her greatly. Kind of delving into her psyche a bit, and dealing with her relationship to Trisha.
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