Petty vanity
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Spoilers: Envy spoilers
Notes: Just as requested, and early Envy story. Enjoy!
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swordage
He knew that he tended to draw attention. Often because of Dante, who used his barely controlled abilities to make him look like her perfect child. To make him look like himself. Sometimes it was because she used them to make him look far too much like her. The only good thing about following her demands was that he learned more control, paid more attention to detail.
To anyone who didn’t know him, he would just look like a brooding lord, long blond hair tied at his nape by a black ribbon, as was the fashion, keeping it out of his face. His crimson and black velvets spotless as any lord’s should be. But his mother knew he was a monster. He stayed with her because she knew about that horror, had seen him when he was incomplete. It was a view none of the other humans here would ever notice from the surface.
None of that mattered at that moment though. He was just Envy, being forced to play a role that was no longer his to play. He was no longer her child, and she was no longer his mother. Yet he still looked like that blond bastard. He still pandered to that whim because he didn’t know what else he should look like anymore. He didn’t have any idea where to start, not unless he wanted to become a female, so he was brooding.
He wasn’t sure if this was better than the last city, where she’d persisted that a young male who looked so little like her was unsuitable, that he needed to become a girl for her. He’d been disconcerted by how easy it had been to slip from one role to the other. He was almost sure she’d been toying with him, seeing how far his powers went. She hadn’t even mentioned it when they’d come here, instead demanding he be her perfect son again. Just like she’d demanded every time before and since.
He didn’t see why he needed to play to the expectations of these humans for her. She could do so much better without dragging him along with her from social circle to social circle. If she’d let him handle a different side of things then he wouldn’t have to deal with the staring and the comments. He’d much prefer to just avoid the whole thing, but he knew that was unlikely.
His thoughts were interrupted by a murmur off to his right. It was easily ignored until he realized that the woman of the pair was watching him out of the corner of her eye, a slightly wicked grin on her face as she tilted her head back to peer up at her dark haired companion. Stepping a bit closer, their words became clear.
“But Milord! It’s not my fault that none of them dare whisper that sir's nose is really more horseish than imperial. It makes it no less true.” She snapped her fan open, fluttering it as though offended at the very idea.
“Don’t hold it against the man, it’s not as though he can change it.” The murmur was almost amused, and the dark haired man turned to look at Envy directly, smirking.
Narrowing his eyes as he realized this was one of his mother’s suitors, he spun on his heel to go inside. He could change his nose. He could change everything. And he would. He would just as soon as he got back at that man for implying otherwise.
Spoilers: Envy spoilers
Notes: Just as requested, and early Envy story. Enjoy!
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swordageHe knew that he tended to draw attention. Often because of Dante, who used his barely controlled abilities to make him look like her perfect child. To make him look like himself. Sometimes it was because she used them to make him look far too much like her. The only good thing about following her demands was that he learned more control, paid more attention to detail.
To anyone who didn’t know him, he would just look like a brooding lord, long blond hair tied at his nape by a black ribbon, as was the fashion, keeping it out of his face. His crimson and black velvets spotless as any lord’s should be. But his mother knew he was a monster. He stayed with her because she knew about that horror, had seen him when he was incomplete. It was a view none of the other humans here would ever notice from the surface.
None of that mattered at that moment though. He was just Envy, being forced to play a role that was no longer his to play. He was no longer her child, and she was no longer his mother. Yet he still looked like that blond bastard. He still pandered to that whim because he didn’t know what else he should look like anymore. He didn’t have any idea where to start, not unless he wanted to become a female, so he was brooding.
He wasn’t sure if this was better than the last city, where she’d persisted that a young male who looked so little like her was unsuitable, that he needed to become a girl for her. He’d been disconcerted by how easy it had been to slip from one role to the other. He was almost sure she’d been toying with him, seeing how far his powers went. She hadn’t even mentioned it when they’d come here, instead demanding he be her perfect son again. Just like she’d demanded every time before and since.
He didn’t see why he needed to play to the expectations of these humans for her. She could do so much better without dragging him along with her from social circle to social circle. If she’d let him handle a different side of things then he wouldn’t have to deal with the staring and the comments. He’d much prefer to just avoid the whole thing, but he knew that was unlikely.
His thoughts were interrupted by a murmur off to his right. It was easily ignored until he realized that the woman of the pair was watching him out of the corner of her eye, a slightly wicked grin on her face as she tilted her head back to peer up at her dark haired companion. Stepping a bit closer, their words became clear.
“But Milord! It’s not my fault that none of them dare whisper that sir's nose is really more horseish than imperial. It makes it no less true.” She snapped her fan open, fluttering it as though offended at the very idea.
“Don’t hold it against the man, it’s not as though he can change it.” The murmur was almost amused, and the dark haired man turned to look at Envy directly, smirking.
Narrowing his eyes as he realized this was one of his mother’s suitors, he spun on his heel to go inside. He could change his nose. He could change everything. And he would. He would just as soon as he got back at that man for implying otherwise.