#edwardsshadow

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .  

A frustrated sigh left the homunculus while he flipped through yet another folder; various papers and photos were spread on the bed to Envy’s left, as well as his lap, information and faces that were to be memorized in a timely matter. Espionage, infiltration and sowing chaos was fun, of course, but the work that came beforehand could be absolutely grating.

Pride was...confused.

The first reason being that the man looked exactly like Father and seemed to know about his family. Which would have scared him, at first, if it wasn't for getting the name "Hohenhiem" and remembering it from his siblings. Someone from a very long time ago, who knew Father before any of them, but...wasn't a homunculus...or human. Not according to his Big Brother at least. The second reason was with how quiet his head was. The Boy in Red was standing off...somewhere, Pride could feel his eyes even if they weren't there, but he was unusually quiet and still out of sight.

He wasn't brave enough to try and look for where the boy was, didn't want to have that conversation. Wasn't supposed to anyways. Instead there was a tilt to his head and a slight frown from where he was perched on the fire escape, looking down at the man who spotted him, "............try?" he asked, finally actually speaking.

Hohenheim stood silently in thought for a moment as he looked at the young blonde haired man on the fire escape. He looked a great deal like his son, Edward, but was it truly him? “I’m trying to understand something.” Hohenheim’s eyes took in the tattoos, the Homunculus tattoo he had noticed right away. Was this ‘Edward’ a mere clone of his son, just as Father was a clone of himself? Or was there something else at play?

Munday Meme || Accepting

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Greed spoke to him and Pride tried to listen, he did. He was taught that if someone was talking to him he was supposed to pay attention and listen. It was hard. Everything hurt bad enough it was hard to focus on anything else, but being held was nice. One nice thing next to a river of bad things. Pride held on tighter and let out another sob.

A reason? He was sure the humans had one, he saw what the grey people Father had made and unleashed did to humans. Fighting against them, against Father, Pride understood why. It was to keep themselves safe. Even he fought against them, they attacked anyone who got close including him. He didn’t know Father enough to mourn him, outside of the other being his parent. It was his siblings that hurt the most. It hurt a lot when Lust died, it was even worse with all of them gone now.

What was the reason for all of them? He couldn’t think of any. Because they helped Father? They weren’t the ones devouring people and being loose int he streets. Becauce they were his children? For being homunculi? The more he tried to think about it the worse he felt. No idea came to him. Pride couldn’t think of a single thing his siblings had done to deserve being slaughtered. That the chimera had done to deserve being slaughtered. They didn’t do anything wrong, they never did anything Pride didn’t know humnas had already done. How come his family were the bad ones that had to die?

He curled up, trying to breathe, “………………..back……………want……………..them back………” he sobbed, “……………want……them back………….I want my brother!……………want them back!” under the crying he could hear his sibling’s voice telling him to stop crying. Under that, Pride could almost tell himself a second pair of arms were wrapped around him telling him it was okay to cry as much as he needed. If Greed wasn’t going to yell at him for it, he just wanted to cry until he was empty.

There was no way that Greed would tell him to stop, he knew this pain far more than Pride realized. “I know kid,” he comforted quietly. “I want ~him~ back too.” Him, the only ‘family’ he’d had... but he hadn’t been killed or taken away from him, no he had just vanished one day leaving Greed all on his own to figure things out. This sobbing mess he now tried to comfort had been him once upon a time not so long ago. Greed had wished he’d had someone to comfort him... wished someone had cared enough to come find him. But he wasn’t ‘Ed’, so none of them cared...

Munday Asks

     This is a hard one, but I think it really comes down to meeting so many wonderful people while roleplaying both here and elsewhere. Like, for example, @haert-made-fullmetal @theghostkid and @edwards-shadow just to name a few.

Alphonse looked at the other with worry in his eyes. He wasn’t sure why he was so worried about them, but it might have something to do with the vague reminder of Edward he got from the other. He might be crazy, trying to hold on to desperate memories of his older brother this way, but he could stop himself.

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