A/N: This and the next chapter are part of a little challenge that I made for myself. I'm following this prompt list (found on the blog "theimaginesyouneveraskedfor" on Tumblr) and writing a sentence based on each word in the list. I'm splitting the list between two chapters just to make it easier to read them. Most of the sentences are based in canon-based AUs and were sort of meant to help me brainstorm ideas for the long story that I want to write for Kimvy. There's a couple that are based in a domestic!AU as well, but most are in a canon-ish universe. I hope you enjoy; I had a lot of fun writing these because they really got me working hard on varying the way that I construct sentences. It's probably the most fun writing exercise I've ever done!

Rain:

The Underground had such wonderful acoustics, but Kimblee thought that they went to waste in the worst sort of way; there was no way to escape the surround sound of the constant dripping of the rain through the sewer grates, the ripping noise of Gluttony tearing into some poor soul, or the high pitch of Envy laughing (or crying) somewhere that he couldn't see.

Midnight:

The ever-familiar darkness was somehow not quite as bad as it usually was; Kimblee's arm was a solid tether, keeping Envy somewhere safe, and they weren't about to let go.

Aroma:

Sulfur and iron, blood and tears– neither of them could say that there was any scent that they found more invigorating.

Crimson:

It was only his title, but Kimblee always felt a small flash of pride when he heard Envy say it in that lilting way.

Falling:

It wasn't a feeling that he was used to, but the constant demand for a perfect obedience had started to wear him down.

Breathless:

It was disgusting– but somehow, the feeling of Kimblee's arms around them, the awareness of their exhausted breathlessness, and the burning, shining memory of his lips against theirs was somehow not as horrible as Envy had imagined.

Classic:

"Für Elise" was rather a cliched little piece, but the way that Envy's eyes would soften when he played it, and the way that they would quiet down and listen, somehow made Kimblee understand why this piece was so well-loved.

Desolate

At the end of the world, the land was empty, desolate, except for their presence– the two of them, quiet and alone, swallowed up in the endless void of empty land and sky.

Amulet:

The Stone was special to him; he felt the same sort of affection towards it that a normal person would feel towards a locket from his mother, a handwritten letter from his sister, a favour from his unattainable love…

Broken:

He would do better next time; he simply couldn't disappoint them yet again, and he would forgive them for the bruises on his wrist this time; they obviously had simply overestimated their strength in this one very isolated incident.

Wilderness:

It was as though something blocked Envy's way every time they came close to realizing what made Kimblee an exception to the rule– a sort of pushing and shoving through a dense forest that tripped them and blocked the sun so that they could never come upon the truth.

Afterlife:

They didn't belong in heaven, but they'd wound up here together, and they'd figure out what to do and how to act together.

Grief:

Envy looked down at his pale, bleeding, cold body, and laughed because there was no other reaction that made sense at a moment like this.

Daydream:

Envy always told the most wonderful stories: tales of ancient Xerxes that were so colourful and imaginative that Kimblee could almost pretend that Envy wasn't lying through their teeth.

Frighten:

"No, no, on the contrary, I think that you look rather… impressive this way– very threatening… and the screaming souls have a rather calming effect."

Royal:

He sometimes couldn't tell whether he was a loyal servant, the free agent that he wanted to be, or, most perplexing of all, some sort of royal consort.

Paradise:

"You'll live forever in a world that you've helped to shape, as long as you do what I say… shouldn't be a problem, hmm?"

Break:

It was sort of nice, looking down together on the bloody plains of Ishval and watching everybody else do the work for once.

Orphan:

They'd both scrounged and fought to take care of themselves, ever since they had been born, so there was one similarity, at least.

Lurk:

"I've always been watching you– oh don't be like that; you should be happy that I thought a human was worth that much of my time!"

Echo:

Kimblee's words continued to ring through Envy's head for hours after; the idea that he thought of them as a "disgrace" and as "useless" would probably never leave them alone.

Temptation:

He was just a human, but it was so easy (and such an appealing idea) to "forget" that minor detail.

Bloody:

Envy always managed to get covered with the stuff, but Kimblee was different; the only time that blood would stain his immaculate white suit was when the blood belonged to him.

Quill:

Kimblee would sometimes write music, and Envy would stare in awe at something that they couldn't quite understand, watching the quill pen move across the paper, marking it up with dots and lines, and then watching him turn those scratches into real music on the piano.

Embrace:

The… poor thing… felt so small; he'd rather imagined that they would be more solid and strong, not this tiny nymph-like creature, arms holding him for dear life.

Steel:

The spoken word, they both knew, could cut as deeply as the sword— the trick to it was knowing when to wound, and in what way.

Honey:

Why did he have to do that; why did he have to press a hasty kiss to their forehead and mumble, "Bye, honey," as he rushed out of the door— as if they were a normal couple.

Collide:

He'd only wanted to watch, but now he was caught in the middle between two opposing worlds, two different points of view that couldn't quite be reconciled, no matter how hard he tried.

Betrayed:

"I hope you realize that I never planned on obeying you completely."

Eternal:

He was fairly sure that not even Envy could last forever; they had no sense of preservation, and one day, something would happen, and they'd be gone, and that would be that.

Blueberries:

"C'mon, Crimson; I know that you like explosions and stuff, but when you're making jam, it's… supposed to stay in the jar, and not explode all over the wall?"

Taken:

That was the nice thing about engagement rings; nobody, not even your Father, could bother you about finding someone nice to settle down with, because you already had found someone (reliable, a good friend, an interesting man, not nice) to do that with.

Shadow:

There was no light down here, and Kimblee thought that it was no wonder that Envy was so often in a foul mood, trapped down here in the shadows.

Ashen:

Envy, he thought, was awfully quiet, face pale and hands trembling, but they were fine, obviously, because nothing could ever hurt homunculi; he'd taken their word for it.

Caress:

An unspoken agreement eventually developed, a quiet idea that it was alright to… touch, resting a hand on the other's shoulder, brushing a loose strand of hair aside, as long as it was done carefully, with no sudden movements— neither of them was known for reacting well to physical "affection."

Timeless:

"There won't be any need for time anymore, not after Father completes the plan — we'll be able to do whatever we like for as long as we want to."

Crow:

That was the main issue with being friendly with a shapeshifter—even if you're not actually being constantly watched, you can't help but wonder if the black-feathered bird perched on the roof, staring down at you with gleaming eyes, or the cat on the fence, black and soft, were truly animals, or something far more monstrous.

Lost:

In all of his years studying the condition of man, he'd never seen a pair of eyes so filled with unsurety, confusion, loss.

Fervour:

He had been given a job, and he was going to carry it out to completion (never mind the blood loss or the blackouts; that didn't matter in the least), because he'd been given that Stone for a reason— hadn't he?—and Envy wasn't a poor judge.

Alone:

A thousand years later, after the world had ended, Envy rarely thought about that one human that had been almost an equal; there were so many other things to think about now that Father was God, things that didn't hurt to think about.

Daisies:

It was such a terribly sentimental thing to do, but Envy did look so interesting this way, face flushed pink, eyes sparkling behind an affected glower, hand caressing the daisy that Kimblee had awkwardly tucked behind their ear.

Treasure:

He'd gone rather too far into this quest to learn more about these odd creatures, but he couldn't very well turn back now; he was too close to discovering the next clue that would lead him to the ultimate discovery.

Primitive:

Their displays of affection were hardly refined—a sudden move to grab the other's hand, clumsy attempts to do little favours for each other, all sorry tries at something that neither of them knew how to do or understood the meaning behind.

Accursed:

"I am… disgusting… and it doesn't matter if you say I'm not, because everyone in the whole world knows that's true… except you, I guess… you idiot."

Frail:

There was a look of despair behind Kimblee's eyes, and Envy almost regretted saying what they had—but really, this example of his frail pride only showcased how uselessly human he really was.

Trance:

Envy could try and try, and they could never snap out of it; it was hypocritical and it was disgusting, but they couldn't deny that Kimblee was actually interesting, and fun to talk to, and they just couldn't kill him no matter how much they wanted to.

Bitter:

"I really can't do the things you expect me to when you have no faith in me."

Hypnotic:

His singing voice was calming, though far from operatic, wobbling, slightly pitchy, but sincere, and Envy… didn't mind hearing it once in awhile.

Moon:

The moon was red, and it was both of their fault, all their fault, and it was so wonderful.

Imperfect:

"Yes, I agree, humans are far from perfect… but you know that you are far from perfection yourself."

Alabaster:

Flawless perfection was absolutely necessary; it always had been, even before Kimblee had started working for the homunculi, but now his life depended on it.