one sky , one destiny -- ♕★❜

The town of Magnolia had already issued a warning for the heart thieving creatures as they already claimed a few victims. Being a woman he never saw before, it was natural to believe she may of had a connection of figuring out this spreading pandemic.

“Does that mean you know a thing or two about those!?” Natsu’s voice left little in the department of welcome as troubled expression etched over his features. This was unlike the missions were it was out of city limits, handling dangerous beasts were the brunt of his power or theirs could harm the innocent. In that case giving her a trade of advice for his would only make this altercation fairer.

  Determination burns bright as she moves to side-step the young man  ;        she’s never   shied away from danger, despite her friends treating her as  if  she’s  a     precious, holy   creature that needs their protection.  Her feet come to a  stuttering  pause  as she  takes   another moment to consider the situation. The young man’s  words  give  her  the  clues   she needs to deduce which direction to head    --- and yet, she finds  herself wondering   if there’s time to rely on a guess. Her tongue presses  indecisively  against  her  teeth  ;   it’s her  heart      ( a  field mouse  in  its  last   moments  of  life  as  the  scaled  coils  of a   rattlesnake constrict around it )       that  forces a decision  upon her.  She  spins  on  her   heels, the rubber of her sneakers digging and scraping  against  the  pebbles  beneath   them, to look imploringly at the resident of the yet unknown city.

   “Of course,” he nods his head and averts his gaze, “Are you? Well that’s…good,” it comes out more awkward than he intended, but he smiles towards her nonetheless, unsure of what else to say.

She laughs again    ; it’s a kind laugh, despite the  l i l t i n g  q u i r k of her lips and fireworks in her eyes, and she makes no apology for it. A slender arms rests  at  the gentle curve of her back with her fingers lacing loosely about her elbow.  She cants forward   with  the  careless ease  one  carries  with a  dusty, worn habit,  and peers upwards with the same sly countenance.

The initial title bestowed upon him, even if erroneous, spurs sanguine lips to smile, granting him a particular mien that encourages unease rather than pacifying  perceived concerns. At her beckoning, the tyrant pivots on heel, revealing himself in all his terrifying gloss; a bulbous head, framed by ebony horns, fuchsia hues complimented by pink stripes lining each sides of his face. A tail flicks with life of its own somewhere behind him as he stands opposite the girl, eclipsed even by her height. 

                                     How could someone so diminutive and seemingly gentile in manners  affect such misgivings of the flesh upon being witnessed, he whose name had come to be feared across countless worlds. It was impossible to determine this at first, but if one remained in his vile company for long, they’d begin to understand the truth. That he really was heartless at the end of the day, despite what the native may have meant.

  The adolescent isn’t one to judge by appearance alone  ;       still, as she looks upon the   stranger’s grotesque    --

                                                                          ❛ That’s rude, Kairi! ❜

  --     physiognomy, she finds herself at the precipice of civil war, as a cringe tries to weigh   down her countenance with its festering disgust. It’s met with resistance from her gentle   pride. The decisive battle lasts only an instant and her lips remain tilted in an unsure line,   free of the clawing, grasping grimace. Her success comes with a lingering hesitance as   she faces the other’s oily smile.

  Kairi allows her crown to cant delicately, mussy and windswept mane of roseate falling   where it likes around her shoulders, and her posture softens upon hearing they’re simply   lost. She can understand being lost. She brushes aside her doubt   ( her heart assures   her it’s against her better judgement ).