The Knight in Slightly Tarnished Armor (yuuo) wrote in chaotic_library, @ 2007-06-11 16:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | dante (fma), envy, flash fiction, fma, fma: pre-anime, gen, yuuo, yuuo-lj, yuuo: fma |
[Envy; PG] Red
Character/Series: Envy; Fullmetal Alchemist
Prompt: Red Velvet Cake
Rating: PG
Notes: Spoilers for the whole series
Title: Red
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 262
Summary: Envy hated red velvet cake.
Original LJ Post Date: Feb 11, 2006 @ Chaotic_Library
this red
now
to silence me
ever
feeding me
and in frightening me
reveals
it will always be red
-"Red" Autumn
Envy hated red velvet cake. Dante loved to make it (it was the only thing that damn woman would actually cook without slipping poison into the dish somewhere, he was certain) on a certain day every year, and he never failed to see the hidden razor that was metaphorically buried in the overly-rich dessert.
There wasn't poison in this, oh no- there was a delicious irony in that that she savored the way he guessed that he was supposed to savor the cake. But he had no desire to give her that additional prick of a toxin of a different sort in his mind.
She never said anything to him about it- in fact, he always found the cake on his own, sitting on the kitchen table, undecorated and left unattended. But he could hear her in his mind, her tone that sacchrine sweet of venom, presenting him 'proudly' with it. A red cake. A fucking red cake. How stupid did she think he was, that he didn't see it? He knew damn good and well she held a leash of red crystal tightly around his neck, did she really need to-... this?
The cake always found its way to the garbage, and in return, a picture always found its way to the pillow on her bed (she never knew where he kept getting the pictures from, and he would be damned if he'd tell her). And almost ritually, under the picture would be words in his own blood, no easy trick given how quickly he healed. 'Happy Birthday'.