Melodic

[ moving to @quiiscnt​ I will be keeping an eye on this blog to switch over threads. Thank you to everyone who gave me such a warm welcome back to the fandom after years of silence. I wanted to fix things up and have a clean slate, hence the new blog. I am missing some graphics on there but I will be following all mutuals and getting the ball rolling. 

ultear nodded along with olexa’s words. indeed she Did have her book. and she enjoyed it thus far. it was definitely going to be one that required a second read for further enjoyment. “well, you know … the volume of the room i’m in is never enough to break my focus.” for a various amount of reasons, it was trained out of her at a young age. it was a hinderance to hear her own screams when focusing her magic power.

“so i’m lucky enough to be relatively unphased during my read through. it’s a mystery novel, murder on the firorian express.” ultear was very happy to share that. “what about you, though? do you get phased by noise?”

◖♪◗ - “Oh I heard of-of that book!” Olexa wasn’t much of a reader. Not that she didn’t enjoy the activity when given a good book, but it wasn’t the hobby she was most focused on. However, this just meant that she had a long list of recommendations from friends who insist she needed to read this book or that. “It is pretty high up my to-read list.” 

A soft quiet beep from his lacrima phone brought his eyes open, in a trudge more like it. He’d been attempting to sleep for the past hour now but to no avail. Rogue let out a deep breathing sigh from parted lips as his arm reached out to fumble for the earlier beeping device. Red eyes eventually finding their way to the screen that now lit up the darkness of his inn room. 

Messages from Olexa. ‘ Hm .. ‘ He thought to himself in that moment. ‘ Guess she couldn’t sleep as well. ’  What with the distance between them, how it’d sometimes be difficult when the feelings of missing would set in. It was an unfortunate side effect to their circumstances of being in different guilds that ran in two completely separate towns. 

[ text ]: That it was. [ text ]: Better yet, an idea I have. [ text ]: I come to Magnolia after stopping home. Stay for the week. [ text ]: Frosch would enjoy it.  [ text ]: … As would I. 

◖♪◗ - She had already closed her eyes to force herself to sleep when she heard the soft buzz of the device. Olexa had picked it up already preparing herself to see a completely random message just coincidently sent at this time. To find out it was actually a reply from him shocked her. 

     Her eyes glazed over the messages, then again a second time. Like a child she buried her face in her pillow while her cheeks flushed red. Once more she peaked at the lacrima to reread the texts she had received. The girls fingers typed out a response, only to delete, then type out something new, and repeat. To think she would still have a hard time forming words when communicating non-verbally. 

[text]: Do you have the time to do that? 

[text]: I would also enjoy a week of your company

[text]: if its no bother that is

Olexa was one of the very few mages of Fairy Tail that Mary did not immediately turn her nose up at during her time under Sherry’s watch. She carried herself with a gentle demeanour, and was polite and humble. And frankly, Mary had softened up. She simply could not bring herself to be snappy with her.

Not that she’d regretted it. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be here.

“Yes! Yes. Absolutely, now go try it on. No use in just imagining it on you.” Mary answers confidently, and with no hesitation. She takes a sip of her drink, pointing at the garment in Olexa’s hands. “You know, this is very different from what I usually see you in. The good kind of different!”

She turns on her heel, looking around the store. “I’m going to see if they have anything similar. A change of style would do you good after everything.”

◖♪◗ - The reassurance from the other left Olexa with a soft smile on her lips. Change was always a frightening thing to her. Leaving her comfort zone was difficult, even if it was for something as silly as clothing. But to wear something more flashy took a lot of courage that she didn’t hold on her own 

      “You’ll help me pick things out?” The girl was kind of excited at hearing that. The idea of a friend helping her shop was something she wished she was allowed to do when she was younger. It was probably a mundane activity to others but it left her giddy. 

ultear looked up from her book (nothing scandalous, just a mystery book she borrowed from the library) and offered what she hoped was a non threatening smile. she has seen this one around, but never approached. she tried not to approach people these days, they might get spooked. or hate her on principle. both valid.

“hello there, we have not. it is nice to meet you, olexa. i’m ultear.” a slight pause. “my government assigned buddy, laxus, enjoys bringing me around here. why? my theory is he likes me to be bored. life is hard for a pardoned criminal.” ultear shrugged. “what brings you here? i take it your a member, just another day, then?”

◖♪◗ - Olexa tried to neutralize her shocked expression as quickly as it had shown up. The mention of being a criminal was surprising but she supposed not rare, this certainly was the first time the girl had encountered one of those hanging around the guide, a certain blue haired gentleman came to mind fairly quickly after all. 

◖♪◗ - “I-I think I’ve seen you around before, but we’ve never officially met, ha-have we?” It tended to take a lot for the girl to leave her shy bubble, but she didn’t want to sit in silence either. If she was going to be awkward either way, she could at least pick toe social route.  

◖♪◗ -   ​Olexa lied in bed with her lacrima phone lit up next to her. The time showing her it was far too late in the night for her to be awake. She clutched her fingers into fists to prevent them from reaching out hitting call on a certain contact. The girl rolled over to the other side, forcing her eyes to shut to hopefully will herself to sleep. 

     There was a certain bitter sweetness to their relationship that had left her feeling hollow sometimes. Mid distance separated them, with lives that required them to stay away from each other longer than either would like. Causing an emptiness on nights like this where she couldn’t help but miss him. Maybe a call would help, but the worry of disturbing him mid-sleep was enough to keep her from doing just that. Especially when she remembered he was on a job, and sleep held its importance. Turning around she reached for the device and typed away a message instead. 

[text]: your job was north?

[text]: maybe on your way back you can detour to Mangolia?