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[OOC] Walking Away: not-Pride/Envy Pride/Envy
Thought the false alarm wedding bells would inspire smut, but sex after marriage was so 20th century. Second one conveniently doubles up as the Pride/Envy: Edge of the Knife prompt I got on The Dragon ages ago.


"You can't be serious."
"But I am."
"I thought you were joking."
"But I was not."

Envy still was uncertain as to whether he wanted Pride to be telling the truth or if he wanted it to be one big farce. They were brothers, but they hardly knew each other – at least, he felt as if he hardly knew Pride. He had been too preoccupied with trying to sink his teeth into his older brother every time they had occasion to interact.

It shouldn’t have cut so deep to watch Pride walk away when he was at his most vulnerable.



He didn’t say anything, and that was what scared Envy the most. Pride talked – more than anything else – especially since now Envy had the edge of the knife digging into the side of his neck. But nothing.

He couldn’t take his eyes off Pride’s; had the eldest sin ever looked at him this way? Pride had a hundred different impassive faces - this was the hundred and first.

Tight jaw. One-sided frown. Disgust. A face that really said ‘I’d rather you cut me than touch the hem of my garment.’

Envy slit open his own palm, blood dripping on Pride's collar.