Lust fell silent, paralyzed like the stone on her cheek at the words that came out of Envy’s mouth. For a moment the bird couldn’t respond or barely think while trying to process that the mammal did indeed say what they said. Envy had flung back at them that terrible misunderstanding, that mistake, with no remorse to their own actions.

Lust’s brain began to suddenly spin while their heart pounded in their chest. Feathers puffed as they began to shake where they stood. For a moment it was a shake of despair… but the despair was quickly changed into outright rage towards the other.

“How dare they! How dare Envy come here, telling me about their baby! About how wonderful Pride is! And then mention about how he hurt was hurt! If he had just listened to me, none of this would have happened! It was all his fault!” The poisonous thoughts dug deeper and deeper into their brain while eyes narrowed piercingly at the weasel.

Then a bit of calm seemed to overcome the bird. Lust shifted, straightening out the creamy and brown feathers back into place. It was almost as though Envy had said nothing at all. It was almost as though Lust was going to ignore everything, pretend it didn’t happen. Perhaps they would have tried such a method before….

But it was too late for that. Too many strikes against the bird was made by this-this arrogant creature before them. Lust stopped her pruning and turned to face Envy again. “Yes, well, I’m so very glad you have him then. I’m sure the two of you will do just fine together.” Left unspoken clung the snipping of the thread that bonded the two together. In Lust’s mind, Envy was but a causality to them. It hurt, but nothing they couldn’t move on from. And move on they would.

“I wish you two the best of luck then,” she said with faked well-intention.

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

tags: @Envy
notes:

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The silence was long, every second excruciating. And all the while, the weasel's quills shivered gently. Tjhey watched Lust preening, their breaths short and shallow, and eyes slightly narrowed. Were they wrong to speak like this? They weren't stepping out of line. At least they hadn't attacked her. And she was still free to stay in their kingdom. That alone was generous.

"I'm sure we will. I've known him since he emerged, after all," they said, although they knew the same could be said for Lust. "I doubt he's going anywhere, anytime soon." Because he respects me, they added, inside their head. I'm his king, after all.

At Lust's words, they offered a nod. "Not that we need it," they said, then paused, shifting uncomfortably. Why did that sound like the end? She was speaking as an outside party. Why? Was she... Leaving the Seven? Envy felt jealousy rise in their chest. She couldn't leave! She was theirs! They had helped her, and given her a home, and took care of her! They felt anger shiver up though their belly.

Speech. Thought.

@Lust

At the weasel’s response, Lust slowly felt their facade begin to crumble. Their gizzard ached, a pain that spread over their entire innards. They loved Envy deeply, as best as they could really understand the term. It was their own fault for things turning out this way, but they didn’t understand that; couldn’t really see it. Lust was desperate to keep Envy close to them and, instead, they were now losing them.

But in the end, it was Lust’s choice. As far as Lust could see in their short-sighted way, Envy had a choice and had chosen Pride. It hurt Lust to their very core. But that pain would fade with time, they knew. And in its place, the tiny seed of anger would grow. They would get their revenge for Envy’s betrayal.

“Good-bye then, Envy. It was fun, and I’ll treasure that time. But it’s over now. So good-bye.”

And with that, Lust turned to fly away. But they paused, hoping one last final wish that Envy would change their mind and recommit themselves to the bird instead.


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

tags: @Envy
notes:

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Envy stared at the pigeon, blinking dumbfounded for a moment. So she was leaving. It was over. Envy wanted desperately to stop her, but they remembered too vividly the indignance and anger that she herself had caused to boil when she'd hit them. They were too jealous to truly let her go, and too proud to stop her. The weasel simply stared, dumbfounded yet outwardly emotionless.

"You'd really just go? After everything I've done for you?" they finally said, a disbelieving and accusing note in their voice. "I built you a nest, and gave you a home. And all you've done is hit me back, then leave. What do you want from me? Did you want to be my heir?"

The weasel didn't even know why Lust was leaving; it seemed to be because of Charity, or perhaps because of Pride. Envy had ever given any indication that they'd wanted to be mates. And their partnership with Pride was a simple case of King and his advisor. Envy had never considered wanting anything more.

"...Or are you just jealous?"

The irony of those words was almost painful.

Speech. Thought.

@Lust

At Envy’s last words, the pigeon found themselves rooted to the spot. It was as though their brain had come to a sudden stop, the words grinding in their head painfully. Feathers ruffled loudly as a quiver ran through their body. The pink of their face, still turned away from the weasel, had flushed multiple shades darker.

No, Lust was not happy about being called out. And even less happy about the fact that they were right. Every bit of the avian was jealous that Envy had doted so strongly on the deer. Not that they could blame them, Pride was just so damned pretty. And that hurt all the more. An ugly little pink bird like them could never compare to the stag. And it made Lust absolutely livid.

Regaining their composure was out of the question at this point. So, Lust leaned fully into the emotion. One could almost hear the crack in their brain as they spun around. Even the whites of their eyes were red tinged as tears welled up from the pain they felt verbally slapped with.

“After everything you’ve done? What about everything I’ve done? I was your most loyal subject! I stood next to you, looked out for you! I watched over your nest making sure your precious treasures were safe while you went gallivanting off to who knows where, to just stupidly fling yourself into danger! You didn’t listen to anyone; you just did what you wanted! Oh, so mighty of a king! Hah! More like a stupid little rat! A selfish-stupid-ugly little rat who didn’t care about ANYONE!”

As Lust talked, their voice grew louder and shriller with each word. All their pain deep in their gizzard burst out at once. Small hops were made forward as she yelled. Wings spread wide in an aggressive stance, shaking and wailing back and forth.

Until the momentum of energy faded. Lust was breathing heavy, staring with malice at the mammal. “Why didn’t you care about me?” they cried softly, barely audible past her choked breathing.

And with that, Lust spun around. It was too much to look at Envy anymore. Too much to think about them. Tears now flowing easily, cooing softly to self sooth, she flew away from him and his kingdom. Away from the pain that still clenched her gizzard. Just …. Away.


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

tags: @Envy
notes: With that, Lust has exited thread and exited the Sinful Seven. Also, I don't know if birds can actually cry or not, but taking artist license with it here. >_>;;;

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Envy bit their tongue to keep back a sharp retort, glaring icy daggers at the bird. Their quills prickled with anger and indignance. It wasn't true. none of it was! It was all bogus! All of it.

They didn't answer. They were too proud to speak for stupid things like caring and emotion. And besides, after all they'd done for her it was barely necessary.

Not a moment later, the pigeon was flying away, and Envy stood, stock-still, frozen, before finally huffing, as they turned themselves back towards the Throne, mood noticeably soured. As far as anyone else knew, Lust had been banished. She should have been long ago, back when she'd laid that first blow.

And good riddance, Envy told themselves, stubbornly blotting out the sudden ache in their heart.

-exit Envy-

Speech. Thought.