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“Oh, shut up! Stop acting so superior! You are nothing but a fake version of us!” Edward grinned, standing up straighter. “We will defeat you, every single one of you!” his golden eyes flashed with determination.
It was like a bomb had been set off in his mind. Did that full-metal pipsqueak think that he could defeat him?! His face changed completely, teeth gnashing together in a snarl, chest rumbling with a feral growl as he took a step towards the blonde.
“What did you say to me?!” he yelled, fingers twitching.
(Source: enviousthoughts)
[#] The predatory grin slowly returned and the bottom of Al’s soul froze in fear. He tried to not let it show in his eyes, but the dark-haired homunculus scared him. Truly frightened him. He was an unpredictable sin; Lust, Gluttony, Greed—they made sense. Alphonse could study them, turn them into predictable laws and patterns in his mind. Envy… Envy didn’t fit into a box. Jealousy was a complicated sin, it could change its goals and desires like the wind. The only thing about it that stayed the same was its selfishness. Alphonse tried his best to hold into that.
His grip loosened slightly as Envy invaded his space, grinning like a madman, his purple eyes flashing in sadistic glee. I can’t let him break me down. Alphonse would hold on for his brother. Ed had worked too hard for him to—
‘You’re forcing your brother to do all these things…’ He was, wasn’t he? Edward had promised Alphonse that he would get their bodies back, but why? Because Alphonse wanted a flesh body again. Because Alphonse had allowed his whole body to be sacrificed for their mistake, while Ed had gotten away with only his leg gone. Al’s soul shrunk and tried to hide within himself, the pain and the cold creeping up.
Why had Alphonse been weak in the face of Truth? He hadn’t even remembered at first… but then Envy pushed it too far. “I am not weak!” Alphonse retorted, not even caring this time that his voice was small. “I protect my brother even more than he protects me!” And he knew it to be true. His soul swelled and grew again, fighting off the guilt. Alphonse wore himself thin for his brother, just the way Ed does for him. Whatever bile Envy could spit at him wouldn’t change or tarnish how hard they worked for each other.
Some of those words still haunted inside his mind. Brother has done so much for me that he doesn’t need to. Maybe I don’t consider him as much as I should. Maybe I have been a terrible brother…
Calculating.
Was that what Alphonse was doing? He believed so. A chuckled bubbled into his chest; Did he really think he could figure Envy out? His siblings couldn’t even predict what mood he would be in. Each day, it was different. A constant ebb and flow of rage, sadism, and hatred. A myriad of things that all boiled down to those three.
The boy was breaking. Ever so slowly, Envy could see him shrink into himself, his voice quivering with fear. He had him! Right where he wanted. Feeling as if the cat already ate the canary, the dark haired sin stalked closer, fingers itching to pop that helmet off and slowly scrape at the inside of that seal. He wanted to hear that little runt squeal like a stuck pig for his god damned brother.
Hearing Alphonse bite back, he blinked slowly before shaking his head. A wicked smile came across his face; so he truly thought that? Placing firm hands on his slender hips, he leaned to the side, tongue swiping across his canine.
“Is that fuckin’ so?” he snarled. “Well tell me, Tin-man. If you’re so good at protecting your brother, where is he now? I have you all alone. I’m here by myself as well. Had it ever occurred to you that perhaps I’ve separated you both on purpose? Divide and conquer. My siblings will have fun with the blonde.” he purred, malicious intent lacing his words. Of course, Envy had no clue where Ed was; he just knew that the two were very much separated as it were.
“Some. Protector.” he spat at Al. “how can you even follow by his side and call yourself and Elric? There’s nothing you can do. You’re dead weight at his heels.” he tutted, voice taking on a rather mocking tune of sympathy.
“It was your fault he lost his arm and leg. And what have you done to atone for your sins?”
(Source: enviousthoughts)
[ Daw. Thank you! ]
Because I don’t love anything, shit-for-brains.
Learn to spell fuckass.
Damn you’re getting on my nerves.
I ain’t interested in a shit-faced gray-ass hat like yourself.
I’ll reply tomorrow; I’m going to lay down. I’ve had a long ass day. I shall return tomorrow and reply.
Swear on it.
Night. <3
[[ And on that moment not a single fuck was given. If they’re passing it around, than the piece of work is obviously to her liking and it’s getting recognition. ]]
“It’s not just alchemy and you know it! I can figure just about anything out!”
“Is that so? Well then, answer me this “Prodigy”, ever heard of the Schrodinger’s Cat?” he mused.
“Schrödinger’s cat is a thought experiment, usually described as a paradox, devised by Austrian physicist Erwin Schrödinger in 1935. It illustrates what he saw as the problem of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics applied to everyday objects. The scenario presents a cat that might be alive or dead, depending on an earlier random event. Although the original “experiment” was imaginary, similar principles have been researched and used in practical applications. The Cat paradox is also often featured in theoretical discussions of the interpretation of quantum mechanics. In the course of developing this experiment, Schrödinger coined the term Verschränkung (entanglement).” He crossed his arms, proud of himself.
“Reciting isn’t the same as understanding. now tell me; what did you just spit out at me?” he purred, leaning in. His violet eyes pinned him with a look of hunger and hate; yes hate. He despised this little pipsqueak and would love to hear him writhe and scream out in nothing but pain. “I’m waiting..and I hate to be kept waiting.” he snarled.
“A cat, along with a flask containing a poison and a radioactive source, is placed in a sealed box shielded against environmentally induced quantum decoherence. If an internal Geiger counter detects radiation, the flask is shattered, releasing the poison that kills the cat. The Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics implies that after a while, the cat is simultaneously alive and dead. Yet, when we look in the box, we see the cat either alive or dead, not both alive and dead….That good enough for ya?” Edward’s eyebrow twitched.
He smirked down at the little Elric. So, he actually did reading comprehension? My my, Envy was .. impressed? No. humans would never, no matter what they did, impress him. He was, proud? As if. The blonde read so many books, it wasn’t a wonder the Elric had heard of him. “Could be a bit more eloquent when you speak; hold your head up and at least try to look me in the eyes.” he sneered.
“I guess it’s true what they say about blondes, Hm~”
“If you are saying I’m stupid…Have you forgotten I am prodigy?”
“Fancy alchemic tricks do not equate to smarts, Edward. Anyone can figure out how to do alchemy when sticking their noses in a book and not enjoying childhood. You’re not a prodigy— you’re a nerd. “
“It’s not just alchemy and you know it! I can figure just about anything out!”
“Is that so? Well then, answer me this “Prodigy”, ever heard of the Schrodinger’s Cat?” he mused.
“Schrödinger’s cat is a thought experiment, usually described as a paradox, devised by Austrian physicist Erwin Schrödinger in 1935. It illustrates what he saw as the problem of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics applied to everyday objects. The scenario presents a cat that might be alive or dead, depending on an earlier random event. Although the original “experiment” was imaginary, similar principles have been researched and used in practical applications. The Cat paradox is also often featured in theoretical discussions of the interpretation of quantum mechanics. In the course of developing this experiment, Schrödinger coined the term Verschränkung (entanglement).” He crossed his arms, proud of himself.
“Reciting isn’t the same as understanding. now tell me; what did you just spit out at me?” he purred, leaning in. His violet eyes pinned him with a look of hunger and hate; yes hate. He despised this little pipsqueak and would love to hear him writhe and scream out in nothing but pain. “I’m waiting..and I hate to be kept waiting.” he snarled.
