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"Maybe I should -- that WOULD mean I get to see you more often~"
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' although your guild is more fancy like should come over every once in a while.'
"Maybe I should -- that WOULD mean I get to see you more often~"

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Call it short circuit of head and heart. In all honesty, there was no way he'd be able to find a proper explanation for why he had chosen this moment in particular. Not when there had been countless opportunities to choose from in the past. Perhaps he'd reached a limit at last - perhaps he was unable to bear this situation for yet another miserable minute. Perhaps them working together had been a too painful reminder of the irony of it all.
Freed didn't fail to recognize the terror in her eyes and every single fibre in his body called out to him to comfort her, immediately, without a second's hesitation. But he couldn't. Not here. Not right now. It pained him, struck another crack in his already broken heart. And he was terrified as well, so terrified. Because there was no turning back anymore - they had to walk this road or they'd forever be stuck running in a circle of misery. One that would tear him apart more and more and more with every passing day.
"Thank you." Truly, failure was one of Freed's biggest fears and as much as he attempted to keep his composure, a trained eye would take note of the subtle changes in body language. He was certain that Jenny would be able to tell… She had come to be somebody who knew him, his mannerisms and his body by heart. Had he known just how much she was struggling with the fear of failure right now as well - oh, he would've loved nothing more than to ease this pain. This, however, was not destined to be easy or comfortable. "We should retreat to one of the other rooms to get some privacy." Politely gesturing for Jenny to go ahead, Freed made an effort to show a weak smile.
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If there was one thing that was for certain, it was that this working together, this close proximity, it had been a PAINFUL reminder of what once was. It had been nearly impossible to bear, but Jenny was nothing if not professional. She had her image to keep up, and Freed himself was the same way. But she wondered, if he had felt the same as her? Clearly there was some level of pain that lingered if he was asking to speak with her after their shoot.
Then again, what if she had it all wrong? What if he was talking to her about something completely unrelated and she had no reason to have this much anxiety? Was Jenny truly so self centered that the only thing that she thought he could possibly be talking to her about is their past together?
Then there was the other hand, where he could have KNOWN that she was thinking of him, and wanted to tell her to knock it off. To reject her completely. No, Freed wasn't cruel like that. He would let her down gently if nothing else.
At the sight of his smile, however weak it was, she finds her heart doing LEAPS and BACKFLIPS. She's reminded of how it used to be. Of how his smile was when it was for her. She swallows back her nerves and nods, "I agree. Let's... here this should work." She leads ahead of him for a few moments before she's ushering him into... a supply closet? Well, it was big enough for the two of them at least. She waits for him to enter in before she's closing the door behind the two of them, and the irony almost makes her laugh. At how they'd sneak around in any room they could find, but this wasn't the case this time. Not at all. "Sorry.. it was the first place I found."
WOLF WHISTLE. LOUD.
THAT'S a nice boost to the ego. But she gives him that playful grin, "Like what you see~? I know I sure do."
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‘ kiss me if i’m wrong but dinosaurs still exist right? ‘
She blinks -- once, twice.. Oh -- he's SERIOUS.
A fit of giggles slips past her lips, and she can't help herself but to lean in, taking his cheeks in either of her hands and planting one directly onto his lips. She holds it for a few moments before pulling back. "Does THAT answer your question?"
CANON DIVERGENCE: JENNYS MAGIC
Something that never sat right with me is the whole 'Jenny only has to touch a machine to take over their abilities,' and while yes, that IS true for my portrayal of Jenny, it takes so much more than that for her to truly MASTER taking over a machine.
She can touch a machine and take over their magic, but for her to TRULY utilize what the machine can do, she NEEDS to know how everything works. I've stated on the blog before (at least I think I did) that when she was a child, she had a hankering for taking apart machines to see how they work. It was something that her parents frowned upon, and would try and prevent Jenny from doing so, but she ALWAYS found a way to go behind their backs.
And this habit followed Jenny into adulthood. Taking apart machines to see how they work, pressing buttons on them to see what each button does, looking at the wiring to see what they're capable of doing, reading instruction manual after instruction manual to see just how much she can do with them.
It's also VERY vague on what a machine actually is, so I'll be taking it from the literal definition that Google gives me: An apparatus using or applying mechanical power and having several parts, each with a definite function and together performing a particular task.
She's also the mechanic for Blue Pegasus, and she takes a lot of jobs involving machines and fixing them because all she has to do is touch a machine and know that something is wrong. Reading the instruction manual is what actually gives her the knowhow to be able to diagnose the problem and fix it.
"We need to talk." No, that wasn't quite right. Who was he to judge for her? "I want to talk to you." Freed couldn't remember the last time he had to make an effort for his voice to remain steady. It shouldn't be a difficulty. Usually. Was there a right time for this conversation to transpire? If so then this wasn't it but he cared little, for in his mind there couldn't ever be the perfect time anyway.
They had both been requested for a photoshoot, among three other members or former members of Blue Pegasus, and now that the job was finished and they were changing and preparing to head home, he had to adress the fact that he was torn. The feelings that she had kindled. Her presence, her absence, her face on posters plastered around town, the memories of her. Of them. "Do you have another moment to spare?"
Oh, she KNEW what this was about. She KNEW that this talk was going to happen sooner or later. In her heart of hearts, she knew EXACTLY what Freed was coming to her about. What she HADN'T expected, though, was for him to want to talk right then and there. After their photo shoot, where anyone could hear them.
She TRIES to hide the nervous look upon her face, but she fails.
She TRIES to swallow back her fears, but she fails. She TRIES to hide that she knew EXACTLY where this talk was going to go, but she FAILS. Just like everything else in her life save for her modeling career, she fails. Fails at not falling so deeply for him that no other man would even be given a chance, fails at not developing such a DEEP connection with him that no other person could even hope to stand up to it.
And now? She was FAILING at hiding her true emotions. What ELSE could she POSSIBLY fail at?
She nods, "I always have time for you, Freed." But her voice is shaky as she speaks, barely above a whisper. She was TERRIFIED. Scared of her own emotions, scared of what Freed could possibly be about to tell her. It all was so SCARY to Jenny, the idea that she could be about to have her heart broken by their circumstances again. The idea that he might be getting her to fully confess how she TRULY felt.
It's all TERRIFYING to Jenny, and that's EXACTLY why such a talk NEEDS to happen.
One of his clients had given him flowers and they were undoubtedly beautiful; he had thanked them with a suave smile and he did genuinely appreciate the gesture. Nevertheless, a futile gesture all things considered as they had but a client and host relationship and nothing beyond that. Professional.
It was different for him and Jenny. They were guild mates and coworkers if you will, true enough, but something else had long begun to blossom between them. Blossom like those flowers had, and they would look so much better on her.
In the confines of one of their rooms, Freed gently plucked one of the vibrant blooms from the bouquet sitting on the wooden table before making his way back to Jenny. His cerluean gaze would carefully observe her face, take in each magnificent detail, before he reached out to place the bloom in her wonderful hair.
"I believe that's a better purpose," he spoke, deep voice softened. Lips twitched, showing the hint of a playful smirk for a split-second. "And I believe it's not the flower that graces you more beauty. It's the flower that should now be honored to be part of your breathtaking presence." [from freed <3]
It had been a LONG day, that was for certain. Filled with clients that were there just to get even a GLIMPSE of the hosts and hostesses that made up the guild that was Blue Pegasus. Jenny had done her best to keep them entertained, giving a smile here, a touch of the hand there, but it was all INSINCERE, not that her clients would have any idea of that.
Yes, they could try wooing her all they wanted, but Jenny only had eyes for one man, and that man was FREED JUSTINE. Sure, they were guild mates, but what nobody else knew was just how CLOSE they had become. She'd eye him in between guests, and she almost found it CUTE that some stranger had their eye on him. He WAS handsome, and charming, after all. It was no surprise to her that someone would set their sights on him.
But there was no need for her to be jealous, after all. No, she knew that his sights were set on HER regardless of how many men, women, and others tried their hardest to catch the eye of the swordsman. If she wasn't supposed to get jealous, why was there a PANG of hurt whenever she saw the client giving him flowers? She had to shake that feeling, she knew where and for who Freeds heart belonged to. THAT was something she had that no others would have.
She had her back turned to him, finding places for the various gifts SHE had received that day in her room. She hears his footsteps, and turns to face him, eyes darting down to eye the flower he had in his hand, and she smiles. Not that FAKE smile she gave to everyone else. No, her real smile was his and his alone. She steps closer to him once he's in distance and allows him to place the flower in her hair.
"Freed--" Her voice is gentle, and soft, and she tucks a loose strand of hair behind the flower. "You think it suits me well enough?"

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Jenny Realight - { Fairy Tail, episode 157 }
good morning krew i'm just thinking about how much i love jenny realight
He was kneeling before her, in admiration of everything that this woman embodied. His hands were resting on her hips holding her close, and with his body bent slightly the tip of his nose would brush a soft circle around her navel before he would begin to leave a trail of kisses on her skin. Slow kisses; open-mouthed, l i n g e r i n g on the spot they were targeting. Freed looked up just to see her look over as well, lips noticably curving against her skin before he gave a humming sound that would likely sent out a tingling little vibration.
Words that had never been spoken were occupying his mind, along with her and just her. Just Jenny. { ' I am yours ' } . Words that had only ever been a tempting and intoxicating and so ridiculously comforting thought. They existed in his mind and in his heart only. What about hers?
And they would remain unspoken that night, as well. Freed would adjust his posture, eyelids fluttering shut for the time he led his kisses upwards until he reached the underside of her well-endowed chest, the supple skin welcoming his lips and the worship he was willing to give. A quiety, throaty moan slipped past as he left a gentle bite on her beautiful flesh before letting his tongue draw over the spot.
Each part of her was beautiful and each was going to receive utmost attention.
The sight of someone so POWERFUL kneeling before her was enough to make Jenny weak in the knees. But she wouldn't be like that for just ANYONE. No, she would only be like that for the man that had his grip on her hips. FREED was the ONLY man that would get to see her like this.
Chills run through her body as she feels his lips against her bare skin, and she lets out a soft SIGH, her eyes drooping slightly in relaxation and arousal as her breathing grows heavier. "Freed--" His name is barely above a whisper, and her hands find purchase upon the back of his head, loose strands of hair entangling in her fingers and she wants nothing more than to let this moment last FOREVER.
She wondered what was going through his mind at the very moment. If his thoughts were the same as hers. She was HIS, and always would be. Could she EVER voice those thoughts?
Her mind is clouded over with lust, especially as he leaves a trail of kisses up her body, and feels his lips curve and feels the VIBRATION against her skin. Hand grips tighter against his head, pulling at his hair ever so SLIGHTLY. Her legs close together slightly, to try and get SOME relief as she feels her core grow WETTER. Her face and neck are dusted a dark shade of pink and it goes down to her breasts.
Her back ARCHES, and she lets out a MOAN in tandem with his. "Freed, please-- I NEED you inside of me. Don't make me BEG." Oh but she would, if that was what he desired, she'd beg him until she couldn't BEG anymore. The thought aroused her more than she expected.
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hi i'm millie and everyday i'll be angry that mira and jenny only got a "model off" in canon because they're both??? strong mages??? also making jenny run away from the erza fight??? like??? canon has done my girl SO dirty
He catches that blush trying to creep its way onto her face and it makes him smile, his hands coming to lock behind his back in a relaxed gesture. He moves briefly to allow a passing group of people to make their way through and he notices the traffic of people starting to increase.
It was the middle of the day after all, a lot of people here was to be expected. He catches her question regarding his magic but chooses to speak on that in a moment. ❝ Hey, let's head back here. There's a lot of people coming through here and it's starting to get loud. ❞ He gently takes hold of her wrist and leads her to the secluded alleyway between the buildings.
Not only was it cooler back here as far as the temperature, but he could actually hear himself think now. The hustle and bustle was getting far too overbearing. ❝ I can show you sometime, yeah. ❞ He responds to her early question before letting his back gently rest against the smooth, cold wall.
❝ Now that we can actually hear each other, I wanted to ask: have you found yourself a suitor yet? I remember reading about some guy from your guild in Sorcerer Weekly. Did you both end up getting together? ❞ A smirk forms itself on his face as he speaks. He was admittedly just wanting to be nosey.
Jenny would nod at his suggestion. Then again, there wasn't much that he could suggest that she WOULDN'T say yes to. But she did have to admit that she did like the fact that they would have a little bit more privacy back here as opposed to being in that SEA of people. Her stomach flutters when she feels him grab at her wrist, and she follows him into the alleyway.
She'd smile, at the fact that he was so willing to show her his magic. She hadn't seen it at it's full potential yet, or even seen it in action yet. But she'd been told that it was something SPECTACULAR. She admired him for it, and she wishes that she could see it when say, the two of them are on a job. Not that she took jobs too often, her time as a hostess and as a model supplemented her income just fine, but she didn't want to rely on her looks for too many things, for she knew that beauty was fleeting.
She eyes him as he leans back against the wall, and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers combing through the bundle of locks that hung over her shoulder for a moment. "Oh --" Rumors spread could sure get out of hand, couldn't they?
"Hibiki and I have never been anything beyond just friends. Those magazines can sure stir up the rumor mill, can't they?" She chuckles a bit uncomfortably. "Besides -- I already have my eye on someone else. Always have since we first met."