I could use a dream or a genie or a wish [CLOSED]
Who: Envy (virulentfacade) and Dorochet (peeswithlegup)
What: Dogs make great punching bags.
When: Tomorrow! (Aug. 19)
Where: Some random hall in the ship.
Warnings: Just violence.
The little homunculus was tired of it. Tired of the way people treated him and the way they thought they'd get away with it. He'd tried--he'd fucking tried and he was sick of trying. No one--human or otherwise--could ever be trusted. They were all fucking useless. Envy had always said so and no one believed him. No one ever believed him no matter how much proof he gave and regardless of how many times he was right.
His body absolutely reeked of anger as he stalked down the halls of the ship. Slender shoulders were hunched. Thin fingers were shut tightly as fists. Jaws were clenched. Eyes were narrowed. Nose was wrinkled with fury. Envy wasn't in any mood to deal with anyone. Not today. Not when all he wanted was to find someone to attack so that his anger could be soothed. It wouldn't help entirely.
It never did.
But hurting someone else always made him feel better, even if only a little bit.
Envy was going to find someone. He was going to fucking find someone and they were going to pay for someone else's mistakes on top of whatever their own were.
What: Dogs make great punching bags.
When: Tomorrow! (Aug. 19)
Where: Some random hall in the ship.
Warnings: Just violence.
The little homunculus was tired of it. Tired of the way people treated him and the way they thought they'd get away with it. He'd tried--he'd fucking tried and he was sick of trying. No one--human or otherwise--could ever be trusted. They were all fucking useless. Envy had always said so and no one believed him. No one ever believed him no matter how much proof he gave and regardless of how many times he was right.
His body absolutely reeked of anger as he stalked down the halls of the ship. Slender shoulders were hunched. Thin fingers were shut tightly as fists. Jaws were clenched. Eyes were narrowed. Nose was wrinkled with fury. Envy wasn't in any mood to deal with anyone. Not today. Not when all he wanted was to find someone to attack so that his anger could be soothed. It wouldn't help entirely.
It never did.
But hurting someone else always made him feel better, even if only a little bit.
Envy was going to find someone. He was going to fucking find someone and they were going to pay for someone else's mistakes on top of whatever their own were.