OOC: Log Post-- Envy & Winry
Who: Envy and Winry
When: NOW
Where: Winry's place.
What: After this thread Envy's going over to kill Pinako and potentially Winry.
Envy had been living in Amestris since Axel's disappearance, wandering between Dante's old mansion in the forest and the underground city beneath Central. Either location was perfect for being left alone. Envy could go into his fits of rage in the mansion or abandoned city and no one would ever know. But that was what he didn't like. He didn't like it that there wasn't anyone around to see him. That there wasn't anyone around to tell him to stop destroying things; that way he could yell at them when they dared to pay attention to him like he wanted.
The truth was, Envy hated being alone. He fucking hated it. He hated that he had no one to talk to, even if talking meant yelling or kicking someone through a wall. Envy's fists curled tight as he stormed the way to Winry's residence. His anger was more than someone as small as he was should have had. But it was an anger that had been building for centuries.
So Winry wouldn't give up? She wasn't going to admit to her shit? He'd finally managed to make Edward admit to it. The boy had finally admitted he couldn't pretend any longer. You couldn't promise to accept a monster without truly accepting them and Edward, the perfect fucking hero, couldn't. He'd lied to Envy. The same way Hohenheim had. The same way they all had.
Envy's fingers unfurled momentarily when he saw Winry on the porch and then curled again. He could see the bruises hadn't completely faded. And when he stalked closer he saw the scar on her shoulder. That mark gave him enough satisfaction to light his violet eyes.
"Move."
When: NOW
Where: Winry's place.
What: After this thread Envy's going over to kill Pinako and potentially Winry.
Envy had been living in Amestris since Axel's disappearance, wandering between Dante's old mansion in the forest and the underground city beneath Central. Either location was perfect for being left alone. Envy could go into his fits of rage in the mansion or abandoned city and no one would ever know. But that was what he didn't like. He didn't like it that there wasn't anyone around to see him. That there wasn't anyone around to tell him to stop destroying things; that way he could yell at them when they dared to pay attention to him like he wanted.
The truth was, Envy hated being alone. He fucking hated it. He hated that he had no one to talk to, even if talking meant yelling or kicking someone through a wall. Envy's fists curled tight as he stormed the way to Winry's residence. His anger was more than someone as small as he was should have had. But it was an anger that had been building for centuries.
So Winry wouldn't give up? She wasn't going to admit to her shit? He'd finally managed to make Edward admit to it. The boy had finally admitted he couldn't pretend any longer. You couldn't promise to accept a monster without truly accepting them and Edward, the perfect fucking hero, couldn't. He'd lied to Envy. The same way Hohenheim had. The same way they all had.
Envy's fingers unfurled momentarily when he saw Winry on the porch and then curled again. He could see the bruises hadn't completely faded. And when he stalked closer he saw the scar on her shoulder. That mark gave him enough satisfaction to light his violet eyes.
"Move."