[If he were being honest, if he could ever be, he'd tell her. Tell her that he did know what it felt like, that he knew what it meant to cut a connection. To sever it with nothing more than a barking order and the single, sweetest lie he's ever told. It made it easier that way. Because if they knew, if they really knew, it would just make things far more complicated than they needed to be.]
[And hasn't he always said it? It's always better to keep things simple.]
[Greed feels out the roof of his mouth (the grooves, the bump, the faintest sting of something melting), and his smile slowly spreads across his face. A challenge, not to Sharon, but to Sleep and anything she may have planned in the aftermath.]
Wouldn't be the first time, Shar. But it doesn't matter. [The Sin fans his fingers across his thighs.] As for you, Bluebird's already made sure there will be more at the 'Nest. If you need 'em - [His thought trails off. A thread, unraveling itself to nothing.] - you'll be fine, as you said.
[The people here, he's finding, are giving in so many ways. Comfort, friendship, business. Changing the topic of conversation so he doesn't have to go too far down that road. The former homunculus tilts his head as he tries to chase the image of her through the Murmur. Of course, Sharon would have an ace up her sleeve. Something kept hidden until the moment was just right. To say he's impressed wouldn't be doing it justice. He's intrigued, he's interested. But above it all, there's admiration from his end. The feeling of it like the light stroke of his forehead touching hers and bringing the only kind of warmth a creature like him could ever hope to share.]
[Greed dips his chin, and the laugh that curls out of him is soft; the wheeze of it, an odd combination of steadfast and resigned.] Oh, ho, ho - ! Glad you and I are on the same side then, Shar. [And he means it. Power like that: it could easily break even the strongest men in half, given the right ammunition.] All right, then. Let's see what you can really do. Think it's about time Sleep learned we aren't the types to be easily fucked with.
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[And hasn't he always said it? It's always better to keep things simple.]
[Greed feels out the roof of his mouth (the grooves, the bump, the faintest sting of something melting), and his smile slowly spreads across his face. A challenge, not to Sharon, but to Sleep and anything she may have planned in the aftermath.]
Wouldn't be the first time, Shar. But it doesn't matter. [The Sin fans his fingers across his thighs.] As for you, Bluebird's already made sure there will be more at the 'Nest. If you need 'em - [His thought trails off. A thread, unraveling itself to nothing.] - you'll be fine, as you said.
[The people here, he's finding, are giving in so many ways. Comfort, friendship, business. Changing the topic of conversation so he doesn't have to go too far down that road. The former homunculus tilts his head as he tries to chase the image of her through the Murmur. Of course, Sharon would have an ace up her sleeve. Something kept hidden until the moment was just right. To say he's impressed wouldn't be doing it justice. He's intrigued, he's interested. But above it all, there's admiration from his end. The feeling of it like the light stroke of his forehead touching hers and bringing the only kind of warmth a creature like him could ever hope to share.]
[Greed dips his chin, and the laugh that curls out of him is soft; the wheeze of it, an odd combination of steadfast and resigned.] Oh, ho, ho - ! Glad you and I are on the same side then, Shar. [And he means it. Power like that: it could easily break even the strongest men in half, given the right ammunition.] All right, then. Let's see what you can really do. Think it's about time Sleep learned we aren't the types to be easily fucked with.