#jealousmonstrosity

Worried Sentence Starters

Ed tried to answer, he did. To do something other than sit there huddled on his bed, knees pulled to his chest and staring blankly at the foot of his bed. It didn't feel like his heart was going to give out anymore, breaths evened back out, but the air was still buzzing. It was loud, air wasn't supposed to be that way. Loud and heavy and humming, and somehow it was bright. The lights were out in the whole house but somehow the air was bright. What the hell even was that?

His voice wasn't working again yet, instead Ed managed to glance at Envy through his bangs and uncurled enough to move over and grab a hold of the other's arm. Curling against his side and just, trying to be small. To keep himself safe because as much as part of him wanted to insist he'd be okay, that it was nothing to worry about, the rest of Ed wanted to beg Envy not to leave him alone in case his skull found the magical "on" switch again or the air turned to liquid for him to drown on next.

&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Crying was not something Ed did often. Not anymore, not for several years now. He hated crying, he hated people seeing him crying even more. It implied something was wrong. Something was bothering him to the degree that there felt like no other option to get some kind of mental relief from what was happening.

As soon as he heard Envy's question he was rubbing at his eyes with the back of his sleeve and shaking his head, "Nothing, I'm not crying." he said, voice level only because he'd had enough practice to make sure that it was. He grabbed the box from the back room that he'd originally come in for, about ten minutes ago which was probably why someone came looking for him, and shrugged, "Just the usual issues. Tired, bad lighting, wish I had an extra day off. Nothing to cry over. Come on we need to finish closing up."

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Pride was scared, struggling as he was brought to whoever it was he was to be given to. That’s what the men dragging him across the grounds and who took him had said, he was being offered to someone. A gift, for the recent war that had finally ended. And he was scared, trying to fight them off and every time he’d slipped out of their hold they had him caught again, ignoring his pleas to be let go and to return home, the little panicked shrieks that left him when more came to restrain him better.

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His hands were still shaking, but Ed finally stopped pushing against Envy. Trying to move past him, go through the house, check every door and window that the lock was securely in place. He could wear, he still heard creaks coming from the attic. Footsteps, coming closer by the moment. He could hear them. Ed grit his teeth and pressed his face against Envy’s shoulder and choked. On a scream, or a sob, he couldn’t be sure, but he wanted to believe the other saying things were alright. He’d heard Al promise the same thing on nights like this.