one shots

in which abstract nouns are people.

* * *

“Bro, seriously?” Envy grinned, expecting Death to laugh and say he was joking.

Death didn’t. He simply stared at the ground, his darkened lips pursed.

“Death? Are you serious??” Envy’s mouth dropped open. “Life?”

A small blush worked its way onto Death’s cheeks. “Y-yeah, kinda.”

“B-but Life’s a b*tch!”

Death looked at Envy’s shoes. “I know, mate,” he muttered.

Envy felt his heart thump to the bottom of his chest.

“Why - why are you so bothered, anyway??” Death retorted defiantly, seeing Envy’s eyes begin to glisten.

Envy’s arms went limp. “No reason. Uhm, I gotta go to.. uh... Lust’s house. School project. Due, umm, tomorrow.”

Death looked up to see him running off. Confusion sparked his mind. Envy was acting weird. Maybe some drama with the Seven Deadly Sins? That was a weird name for the club; maybe he was letting it get to him.

knock knock knock

The door opened.

“I swear, Gluttony if you need to ‘borrow the sugar’ again, I - oh, Envy!”

“Hi, Lust..”

“Oh my god, Envy! A-are you okay??” Lust threw open the door and beckoned Envy in.

Envy stumbled into the living room. Lust put an arm around his shoulder. He knew she didn’t always like physical contact due to the strappy, showy, leather jumpsuits she wore, and he would’ve appreciated it if he could focus on anything other than Death.

Envy began to cry.

Lust sat him down on the lush grey sofa and draped a blanket over him.

This had happened so many times before.

Envy would come in crying or in a drunken state. And it was always for the same reason. The boy he liked had done something to make him feel inferior. First, it was Despair. Small things like a tiny argument that didn’t seem like it was over, or simply not talking to him for a few days.

But then he met Death, and it magnified. Death was Envy’s everything. His entire life seemed to revolve around him. Lust thought it was unhealthy, but Envy didn’t care, not one bit.

Things like small arguments would lead to him crying for more than an hour, and Death hanging out with someone else more than him or accidentally ignoring him would result in Envy drinking until he couldn’t tell the difference between happy and sad anymore.

Lust hated when he got drunk. It felt unsafe. But it wasn’t her safety she was worried about. The most Envy did when he was drunk was come over and cry manically, then sleep over and have a killer hangover.

Envy was crying on the sofa with his head in her lap, her hand unconsciously petting his shaking head. She looked, resigned, at the empty patch of wall in front of her. She had moved the TV to her room a week ago, and she was still getting used to it.

“Was it Death?” she asked quietly.

“Y-y-yes..” Envy choked out. “He...”

Envy had never been so upset he couldn’t speak.

“He likes Life..”

“Wait, seriously? But she’s the worst!”

“And he is too. They’re perfect for each other.” Envy replied sarcastically.

Envy stood up and staggered to the kitchen, cracking open a spare beer on the counter.

* * *

"Hi, Life!"

"Uh, Death? What is it?"

Death nibbled on the side of his lip, his face heating up. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to the cafe sometime soon?"

Life looked at him. Her face was scrunched up in confusion, and her petite form was hunched slightly. "I thought you were with Envy!?"

Death looked, perplexed, at the floor. "No... since when?"

"Since, like, forever. You haven't seen the way he looks at you?"

"N-no..." Death could feel the colour receding from his cheeks. He could see a clear picture of Envy in his head.

Envy.

Envy and his glowing, freckled skin, Envy and his curls of midnight hair, and his calloused hands, and his green eyes, and his shy grin, and Envy.

"I-I've got to go." he panted, and took off running.

Life just smiled mischievously.

* * *

Envy lay on the couch. He wasn't even wasted, since Lust had refused him another beer. He knew she was worried about him.

But he didn’t care.

Lust walked into the room.

“Hey, Envy.” she spoke softly.

“Death’s here.”

“W-what?” Envy murmured.

Death trod into the room, looking unsure of himself. He cautiously sat down on the corner of the couch.

Envy looked up at his nervous face. “What?” he asked irritably.

“Envy..”

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?”