As Lust stopped them, they were halfway out of the nest, and so instead they turned back, perched precariously on the edge of the nest. They met Lust's eye and adjusted their grip, settled with spine arched above them like a cat. They examined her for a while, not coldly, but just evenly. Maybe they ought to just go. This was making things complicated; it was making them nervous and their gut was turning. If they left now, the weasel's facade would surely crumble- but if they stayed, they could perhaps hold it together just a bit longer...

"What is it?" Envy asked, voice sounding more confident than they felt. They looked her over, all red-faced and teary, and they felt themselves relax, the end of their tail twitching slightly. They couldn't help it. Seeing lust in just as much a state as they were was somehow comforting.


When I speak.

When I think.



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@Lust

King Envy paused, perched just on the edge of their nest. Lust’s heart began to flutter while they turned to look at them. The avian felt as though they could see right through them; could read every thought and feel everything that they felt. Surely, they couldn’t really do that? If Envy could, then there was no way they would so valiantly ride off to their near-death as they had done. If they could, then surely, they wouldn’t be leaving now.

Leaving … the weasel was still waiting, still perched at the edge of the messy nest that they had helped to create. Lust needed to say something. Anything! But their throat was suddenly dry and their mind had gone blank. For a moment, the pigeon simply stared back. What could be said in such a moment? Lust could think of nothing that could fix the mess the two had gotten into.

Lust turned away first, staring at a part of the ledge off to the side. Its cold, hard surface seemed less threatening somehow. “Just …”

A slow, deep breath was taken before a reattempt at words. “I’m glad you’re back,” they spoke softly as though any louder and the words would be too frightened to be said. “I miss you,” they wanted to add, but that was too much. It hurt so much to even say now.


"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

tags: @Envy
notes:

original coding by wulf for template purposes

Envy waited, their tail twitching slowly. The silence stretched on, and the weasel was growing impatient. They felt their stomach clench tighter. What did she want to say? Was she going to yell at them again? Then the words finally came. The knot in their belly loosened slightly, their expression softening. They tried to keep themselves from smiling- they were still angry at her for hitting them, after all- but they felt the corner of their lips upturn, their spines lifting.

"I'm glad I'm back, too," they answered after a moment. "At least now, you're following a true King."

The weasel looked at her for a moment longer, and suddenly, the words deserted them. They didn't know what to say- they weren't quite sure how to feel. There was still a shard in their chest that made it hard to speak, as anger wrestled with their possession of her. Finally, they breathed out. If Lust had no more to say, perhaps now was the time to go. Let her think about what she'd done to them. Dwell on it. Let it fester. Though deep down the weasel knew that they'd be doing the same.

They didn't say goodbye; because it wasn't goodbye. They'd be seeing Lust again, and soon. Instead, Envy simply slipped out of the nest and, head lowering, scampered down the tumble of rocks and onto the ground. They began to dart away, but- for some reason alien to them- couldn't help glancing back to take a long, hard look back towards her- though whether or not she noticed, they would perhaps never know.


When I speak.

When I think.



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@Lust

They couldn’t bring themselves to watch as the weasel scampered off. Somehow, this leaving felt as bad as when Envy had left with Pride. There was a similar despair deep in their gizzard at both times, however, this time the feeling was mixed with others. There was a still a bit of anger simmer but also the slightest bit of guilt. Perhaps they had acted poorly, even if the need for hitting Envy had been real. Different thoughts bounced in the bird’s brain while Envy’s words echoed in their mind.

Yes.… Yes, they were following a king. In their mind, Envy had always been king to them. How could Lust be anything but loyal to them? Lust wanted so much for the them to be strong and powerful. They also wanted to be strong and powerful to better lead Envy to the greatness they deserved. They were just a poor, small pigeon though. So tiny and weak ….

That needed to change. They had nearly lost Envy once. Now they might lose them again. They had to get stronger. Strong enough to protect Envy from such vile creatures that lurked out in the caverns. Strong enough to keep him close and not let go of them. Strong enough to keep Envy close despite everything. Even their king themselves, for at that point it would be for the best of both of them.

A plan would need to be figured out. Perhaps a visit to Reseda was in order. She was amazingly powerful and strong. She had offered to train them, after all. All in due time.


"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

tags: @Envy
notes: We were closing the thread, now, right? If so, Lust is exiting at this point.

original coding by wulf for template purposes

When Lust's voice didn't call them back, Envy tore their gaze from her nest with a huff. Fine then. It was like that. They didn't care. Why should they care? They were the one who was leaving. They didn't care that Lust had slapped them. Of course not. Lust had apologized. They shouldn't care any more. it was over. The weasel lowered their head and scuttled away, to find their next subject. Hopefully whoever they met next would improve their mood, but... Envy was starting to dread it. Being a king could be hard. It shouldn't be this hard.

But they were still a king. They were in charge. Maybe they should have been harsher to Lust. But then again, she shouldn't have hit them in the first place. They were completely and utterly in the right.

The weasel's mind was still reeling as they scampered away, their ego shattered and whiskers held tightly static.

What else could they do? They were just a weasel with an oversized ego.

-exit Envy-


When I speak.

When I think.



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