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clawsoflust:

sinfularrogance:

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    i appreciate the opinion; however, 
       you are hardly one to remind me of my assignments.
       Those allowed past my watch are not those to cause concern.

                                              do you doubt my judgment? 

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"No need to get so defensive, I was not accusing you of anything. Whatever, in case they caused concern, I suppose I can always send Gluttony to have his fun. I was worrying for nothing, it seems.”

      per usual; if these insects rouse even the slightest ounce of suspicion,
       Gluttony will make short work of them, and Father will remain pleased,
       nonetheless. 
                           Still; by my count, the influx of these immigrants, as of late,
                           is numbered to three ——
                                                                           worry not, they won’t leave my sight. 

clawsoflust:

sinfularrogance:

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     ❝ — you come with a purpose, I assume? 

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"There have been strangers entering Amestris lately; wasn’t it your job to keep a few eyes on the borders?”

    i appreciate the opinion; however, 
       you are hardly one to remind me of my assignments.
       Those allowed past my watch are not those to cause concern.

                                              do you doubt my judgment? 

clawsoflust:

sinfularrogance:

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"Hello, brother."

     ❝ — you come with a purpose, I assume? 

littlearmoredgiant:

sinfularrogance:

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       Mourning will not resurrect the dead.
 I thought that surely you of all humans would credit that truth. 

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       {❥}

      “Of course it won’t, Pride. I don’t want them to come back. I mourn their loss out of respect.”

        ❝ Respect for the eliminated — I’m familiar with the practice. 
           As Wrath reported the incessant blubbering at the Lieutenant
           Colonel’s funeral, I’m all too aware you humans remain as
                                        fragile as ever. 

al, you remember that story right?
regaliis.

wrath’s interrelationships with the world’s
elite (pompous and undeserving) clashed so —
inconveniently with his routine.

haunting sitting rooms like ghosts adorned in diamonds,
oh, if only blood would not stain carpet.

teeth grit, caustic tongue held at bay behind the
'so darling!' smile of a nation's poster child.
a smile he held as he passed an empty waiting space,
a smile he held once he caught her eye,

               ( what… a strange energy she had. humans. )

            —- papa’s guests are in the kitchen, miss;
                  if you’re lost, i’ll bring you there, don’t you worry! 

mightbeahero:

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    ❝ i assure you, General — 
                  when I mount your head on your oh-so coveted wall,
                  i will make certain every last one of your men
                  knows you fell with your guard up, and your lungs 
                                           w a i l i n g. 

         her eyes widen, a fraction of an inch, before her cool exterior returns once
                  more. She cannot deny the threat frightens her; he is a powerful homunculus,
                  and she doesn’t even have alchemy on her side. ❝ It’s funny that you think I’d
                  give you the satisfaction of screaming

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       humanity’s uses were reduced down to, by his count,
               three.

father’s plans.
an external facade.
their d e l i c i o u s fear.

oh, and he could taste it,
gathering below their skin,
clawing at their throat.

                                    (  it was always those trained to
                                      restrain their terror who exhibited it
                                      so exquisitely. )

            ❝ now, there’s no need for apprehension.
                              —— i won’t be giving you a choice. 

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