FMA: Shelley
Envy was pulling the tails off of rats to pass time when Sloth looks up from her typewriter. Her finger stills and her gaze is fixed on the dissolving light in the horizon. “You know, we’re a lot like that story: Frankenstein.”
“Puhleeze, I’m nothing like that monster.” The rat withers pitifully in his grasp as blood oozes from its backside.
“Unnatural, lonely, abandoned by our creators,” there’s a wistful note in her voice “The only difference is these memories.” Pale fingers brush against her temple briefly, and her voice softens. “And that…makes us even more pitiful.”
“Don’t lump me into one of your self-pity bitch. Like I said, I‘m too pretty to be Frankie-boy.”
Sloth sighs and returns to her typing. Envy is not the best company for introspective conversations. “Frankenstein was the scientist.”
There’s a pause as he digests this new information. “So that means Dante’s Ugly?” The thought rather amuses him. “I can live with that.”
She shakes her head a little, and Envy isn’t sure what to make of that smile, but he decides to let it slip this once.
A/N: In my oppinion, Envy may be the most manupilative, but he's not very intelligent. Street smart, not book smart. That was what I was going for. Hope it worked. Concrit much appreciated.