This is the third in the series of Eyes/Numb (6 and 27).

Fairyboydammit: That would be super awesome if you did XD If you ever do, you have to let me know I'm glad you like them, poetry has always been what I'm best at. Always great to hear from you ^^

FullMetalMiniSkirt: Yes, actually! I have little blurbs written out for ideas for every theme, and have since about number 45. The sequel to Secrets/Loyalties is coming soon, don't worry – and it's great to see that you want to know what happens next :D

Pen-Name-Kitsune-Chan: WOO! Hundredth reviewer! *gives cookie* and you get a special giftfic oneshot too ^^ (not that I've finished any of the others…but whatever) I know it's a weird one, but I felt like doing something peculiar. And now I want to go listen to that song. DAMN YOU! XD (I'll PM you about the oneshot once I get some more chapters finished ^^)

coloroflove: I figured it was you XD I'm glad you liked this one. I should get better with the chapters soon, I'm just falling a bit behind on all my other works in progress, and I just restarted my punk-fantasy novel _ Not to mention a job and school starting soon…I'm streeessed :P

63. Tattoos

"Envy, master?"

He looked up from tracing the tattoos, trying to remember if Edward had had anything like them. "What do you want?" he asked harshly.

Pride cocked his head. "My tattoos. What are they?"

Envy traced them again, pulling his long, cold, white finger along the jagged red line. "Scars." It wasn't exactly true, but it was the closest he had gotten to an explanation – for himself as much as for the blond doll in front of him.

"No, they're not," countered Pride, and Envy scowled, ready to take out his frustrations on the young homunculus under the guise of a punishment for going against his word.

But what he said next stilled his hand.

Pride pointed to his right shoulder. "I don't have any tattoos here. And I don't have any here." He pointed to his left leg, and then to a dozen other places before placing his finger on his chest.

Ed's scars.

Pride had just indicated each of Ed's scars, including the one Envy had put there himself.

Hope swelled in his chest, before he crushed it mercilessly. Fool. Sentimental, idiotic fool.

Getting to his feet, he backhanded Pride across the face, sending him to the floor before striding away.

Pride was nothing but a disappointment. Nothing more.