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STARVING sounds better than humiliating himself in front of the homunculus. maes narrows his eyes. ( god, his beard is itchy – the things you think about to COPE. ) he breathes harshly and twists his wrists. he squirms and gets up to his knees. “THANKS, envy… you’re a real HELP.” he growls. it’s hard to shift forward on his knees with his ankles tied.  fuck.

it takes a lot to shift forward even a little bit. his body shakes from the exertion – except he’s hardly done ANYTHING. he’s become so weak.  ( no one is coming. )  maes bows his head forward, breathing harshly. “could you at least untie my ANKLES?” he doesn’t say please. he refuses to cave into this. he’s a SURVIVOR, even after all the torture from lust and pride.

     “If i were ever going to be some help to you stupid animals, i sure as hell wouldn’t be starting now.” Came the airy reply from the homunculus, tone decidedly less hostile now that they’d come to the realisation that no, they weren’t in fact going to have to help the human eat. In fact, it would seem as though the soldier had come to the conclusion that if he were going to feed his dying body he was going to have to take matters into his own hands ( er- elbows? and knees? ) and well, if that didn’t suit Envy just fine. 

greed vc: i hate Wrath most tbh

maes bows his head, breathing harshly as he sits there. he hears the door open and hardly turns to look at envy. how LONG has he been here? he’s lost track of the days. weeks, judging by the growing beard on his cheeks and the increasing gauntness in his body. he nearly rolls his eyes at envy’s comment. “how – do you expect me – to EAT – while i’m tied up?” he asks, voice raspy from the screaming, from the torture he’s endured. finally, he tilts his head up to glare at the homunculus. it really depends on the DAY what mood envy’s in. 

     “Well who’s fault is it that you’re all tied up, huh?” Well, technically speaking, it was their fault for having captured and imprisoned the man in the first place, but if they were going to be splitting hairs ( and oh, if Envy wasn’t the kind of creature to do such a thing when it suited them ) then it was the idiot’s fault for not playing along and being a convenient captive! Envy for one would have been happy to let the stupid ape wander with all the freedom his windowless cell had to offer, but the situation hadn’t gone as planned and now what? Were they supposed to hand feed him?? 

     Disgusting. 

     their first  CASUALTY  —— death of the  undying  — was their first sign of  weakness  .  would soon be seen as a  symbol of hope  to those pesky humans that those who were immortal were not indestructible .  that she ,  an embodiment of despair ,  could be turned into such filled pride with a sense of  disgust  .  siblings  was a loose term to describe the bunch ,  even if they were birthed from the same father ;  yet , within him there still existed a  twinge of sympathy  .  they couldn’t afford to  SLIP UP  again ,  not if they were to  win  this war .

    ‘  you’re afraid .  ’   he says coolly ;  not exactly a statement he’s sure of ,  though it surely was a  sneaking suspicion  .  ‘  is that why you framed that poor girl ?  the lieutenant ?  to stop him from  snapping at your heel  …  you play  dirty  .  ’  not that he was  opposed  to such actions .

      ⊰ “Hah!” ⊱ 

                                The sound- more of a sharp bark than any actual semblance of laughter- reverberated around the room in an almost tinny manner, echoing in the homunculi’s ears long after they’d jammed their hands onto their hips and their lips back into a sneering caricature of a smile. Envy, scared?? Of what- some barking military dog who didn’t even know of their existence? Sure, Lust had gotten unlucky- but Envy wasn’t Lust. Envy fought far dirtier and reveled in it and they had no fear of the Flame Alchemist! 

                                                                                                 ( though, to kill one of them- they, the immortals humans only ever dreamed of-.....it was unsettling in a way that Envy would never admit, not out loud and certainly not to PRIDE )