Freakin' love Pride!Ed. He's so much fun to play with.
If you haven't already, check out my Edvy AU, The Seven Names of Envy Angevin. It's my magnum opus, and a rewrite of a much earlier work – I'll be posting the sixteenth chapter soon, and it's nowhere near done.
6. Eyes
Pride's eyes were blank and empty, and it made Envy want to scream.
"This isn't what I wanted," he muttered. "This…isn't what I wanted."
The blond cocked his head wordlessly, expression blank.
"You're just a…a fake."
As if in acknowledgment of Envy's harsh words, the newest of the homunculi bent his head forward, sun-coloured locks falling over his face and over his bare shoulders. He was beautiful, achingly beautiful, with a delicacy that his original form had lacked. He was thinner than Fullmetal had been, thinner and paler with the red tattoos like scars instead of the unsightly ridges from automail surgery.
It should have been perfect.
He should have been perfect.
"Look at me," commanded Envy, standing in front of his protégé with arms pressed tightly by his sides.
Pride did so, but the fire was still not there. Envy leant down. Blank, blank as the canvas of an uninspired artist.
He'd never known that gold could be so…dull.
Falling to one knee, Envy placed a hand on the back of Pride's head, then pushed their foreheads together. His eyes stung, and he closed them, opening them again after only a moment.
Pride's eyes were still as dumb and blank as ever.
Really, he didn't know why he'd thought it would work. Pride was never going to be Edward Elric, the same way Envy was never going to be William von Hohenheim.
Those gold eyes, they were the eyes of one already dead.