the untitled projects. 03
IF YOU'RE HERE FOR THE BLOGCREWS, JUST IGNORE THIS.
Seriously.
Anyway. Uh. This would be more typochronicles-verse sentence... things. Some of them are actually more than one sentence, but, uh... yeah.
If I write enough of these maybe knighterrific will write me moar~
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Envy's not sure if he'd hate him less if he wasn't, well, who he is, but he's certain that if he wasn't, hurting him wouldn't be half as much fun.
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You're an idiot for even thinking this means something. It doesn't. It never will. Just stop fooling yourself.
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Ed sometimes wishes there was a name for whatever's between hate and - well, he doesn't want to think it, so - hate and attraction; it would be easier to accept that way.
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He likes to test Ed, transforming into whatever he thinks will make him angriest-slash-most-scared-slash-whatever; basically, he just likes to test boundaries.
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They can't even talk without it becoming a verbal sparring match (Ed always loses.)
That, or Envy will find some way to cut off his sentences, whether it's with a snarky comment or something more... physical.
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Every time, he curses himself for being so stupid and weak - but he always comes back.
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I've asked before I can shut my stupid mouth.
"Why me?"
"Why you what?"
I roll my eyes and look away, not wanting to meet his. "You know what I mean. Stop acting stupid." He does this sometimes, refusing to answer my questions until I want to smash his stupid grinning face in with the nearest heavy object.
"I don't know." He stretches, smirking.
"How the hell can you not know- you- argh!" Yeah, smashing his face in is sounding like a better and better idea with every second.
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maybe i'll be the lucky one who doesn't get burned
He could kill me any time he wanted. I realize that. I know he's only waiting for his chance.
I'm just too much of a moron to walk away.
til i can laugh at my heart between your teeth
It's still a battle.
Not against him anymore, so much as myself. To keep in control. To... not give in.
To remember that I hate him.
I do. Really. It's hard not to, with that smug expression of his and the tone in his voice that says I'm better than you and you know it - makes me want to punch his face into a bloody pulp.
Or at least it used to.
parasite bent on devouring its host
There's no use being introspective about all of this. There's no deeper meaning, only simple facts and emotions and... some sort of twisted need at the center of it all.
Nothing more than that.
what the fuck was i thinking?
Seriously.
Anyway. Uh. This would be more typochronicles-verse sentence... things. Some of them are actually more than one sentence, but, uh... yeah.
If I write enough of these maybe knighterrific will write me moar~
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Envy's not sure if he'd hate him less if he wasn't, well, who he is, but he's certain that if he wasn't, hurting him wouldn't be half as much fun.
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You're an idiot for even thinking this means something. It doesn't. It never will. Just stop fooling yourself.
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Ed sometimes wishes there was a name for whatever's between hate and - well, he doesn't want to think it, so - hate and attraction; it would be easier to accept that way.
-------------
He likes to test Ed, transforming into whatever he thinks will make him angriest-slash-most-scared-slash-whatever; basically, he just likes to test boundaries.
-------------
They can't even talk without it becoming a verbal sparring match (Ed always loses.)
That, or Envy will find some way to cut off his sentences, whether it's with a snarky comment or something more... physical.
-------------
Every time, he curses himself for being so stupid and weak - but he always comes back.
-------------
I've asked before I can shut my stupid mouth.
"Why me?"
"Why you what?"
I roll my eyes and look away, not wanting to meet his. "You know what I mean. Stop acting stupid." He does this sometimes, refusing to answer my questions until I want to smash his stupid grinning face in with the nearest heavy object.
"I don't know." He stretches, smirking.
"How the hell can you not know- you- argh!" Yeah, smashing his face in is sounding like a better and better idea with every second.
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maybe i'll be the lucky one who doesn't get burned
He could kill me any time he wanted. I realize that. I know he's only waiting for his chance.
I'm just too much of a moron to walk away.
til i can laugh at my heart between your teeth
It's still a battle.
Not against him anymore, so much as myself. To keep in control. To... not give in.
To remember that I hate him.
I do. Really. It's hard not to, with that smug expression of his and the tone in his voice that says I'm better than you and you know it - makes me want to punch his face into a bloody pulp.
Or at least it used to.
parasite bent on devouring its host
There's no use being introspective about all of this. There's no deeper meaning, only simple facts and emotions and... some sort of twisted need at the center of it all.
Nothing more than that.
what the fuck was i thinking?