I was really quite fascinated by the prospects that each theme implied, and the more I dwelled on the symbolism of each single word or phrase that encompassed the theme, the more it made sense and became a more or less a chronological saga of the development of the monster called Envy, from angsty vulnerability up to the downright frigid bastard we all know and love.
An issue that was brought up by someone else, is that the idea of making 20 Envy "Love" themes is a total oxymoron, considering just who and what he is. I doubt that's true, but I'm not sure I could really illustrate my backwards reasoning on the subject without employing some really stupid 'hate is love' cliche. I don't think it's possible that Envy was the nasty little man-b*tch he is for all his 400 years of existence; it would wear him out. He was probably ignorant, vulnerable, needy and dependent before his slow growth into malice and sadism. At least that's how I see it. And he grows that way, whether he likes it or not, through many subtle kinds of love (or lack thereof). There are so many relationships he could have experienced in his long existence; Familial, platonic, romantic, sexual, comraderie, rivalry, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, all which deal with some form of more-or-less love and semi human emotion.
Anywho... dang. That wasn't supposed to be a long author's note. *headwall* Five themes done so far. I bring thee the first theme.
All themedrabbles so far are PG, and General (for now... possible shippiness later, but we'll see...) SPOILERS! Anime!Envy, coz he's just more fun to angst with.
扉 [tobira] • door
扉 [tobira] • door
In a way, Envy considered a door to be much more of a father to him that Hoenheim of Light ever was. He loved and hated the Gate, just as most of those who knew of it did; not understanding it, but fearing it's power; hating the existence it had given him, but being terrified of the very concept of not existing at all. The Gate had taken the alchemist's offer, arranging human components with the hands of it's millions of tiny collectively minded creatures, and spit out the sick caricature of a living thing, every gateling grinning as though it were some great joke.
The thing that became Envy couldn't think straight for it's first moments of non-life, in the midst of the pain of birth and the searing sillhouettes of memories that could never truly belong to him. Pain was all he could feel, as the horrified human backed away and ran from the sight of the abomination he had made.
The sound of a door closing was all he could hear; another memory seared into his tortured and unstable mind. That door closed a valve in what would have been his heart, had fate been more generous, and allowed another small passageway to creak open, the trickle that grew into a torrent.
The sad creature could only resolve to hate. Losing love was more painful than being slammed inside the closing doors.