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ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

❝   WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT A CELL ?   ❞   CONFUSION WAS AMIDST THE ATMOSPHERE. did he say something wrong? was it the way that he looked? those were two common factors to his social issues among the public. after all, he was a rather large man with few smiles to offer. despite having picked up on the subtle hint of sarcasm in her tone, he was willing to disregard its deliverance for the sake of maintaining his good mood. ‘talk about progression..   ❝   IF YOU WOULD’VE LET ME FINISH, i would have said that you look. . . really nice.   ❞  

BLONDE STROKES FURROWED into the further region of his face; a presence complimentary to the intimidating set of brows present near the bridge of his nose. the blonde’s head pivoted ever-so slightly to catch a glimpse of the dominatrix standing afar; a gesture complimentary to the confidence that he exerted and the reluctance of giving his full acknowledgement.   ❝   IF YOU’RE EXPECTING KINDNESS, YOU’RE BARKIN’ UP THE WRONG TREE.   ❞  

❝  OH. . ? YA DON’T SAY. . ?   ❞   FINGERS TWITCHED in accordance to the adrenaline pumping through his veins. offering the demoness anything less than his utmost confidence would have been an insult. a vacant hand rose to his enormously flexed bicep in a confident display of his strength. simultaneous to the gesture, a surging output of lightning magic surrounded his figure. the overwhelming sensation of power radiating from the two could have only come from two s-class mages like themselves; rare and electrifying.   ❝  DON’T HOLD BACK ON MY ACCOUNT. I CAN TAKE IT.   ❞

SUBTLE HINTS OF ENTHUSIASM threatened to overwhelm the foundation of his suppression regarding such emotions. mages would commonly cower in fear in the face of his guildmate’s demonic form, but he happened to have basked in it. an entire field was dedicated to the two as they spent a rare afternoon training with one-another. the fierceness of her attacks, coupled with the determined look in her eyes, was a sight that not too many saw and lived to tell the tale. to say the least, she was a different person on the battlefield. it was almost charming; in a fascinatingly frightening sort  of way.   ❝   LOOKING SHARP, MIRAJANE. have you even worked up a sweat ?   ❞  

CURIOSITY WAS A PLAGUE. it could be best described as less flattering than a compliment and more annoying than gum on the back of a shoe. much like the latter, strangers commonly found themselves attached. the blond was fond of the shadowy environments that engulfed his figure in darkness. within it, he could feel the presence of another. piercing eyes threatened to straighten the tiniest strands of hair on his neck. a deep breath was inhaled into his lungs as he halted in his tracks.   ❝   DON’T FOLLOW ME. . .   ❞  

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

EYES WANDERED IN EXPLORATION around the fine-dining establishment. the blonde wasn’t usually one for spending large sums of money on a single dinner, but he wasn’t opposed to the occasional treat as long as it wouldn’t leave a hole in his wallet. polyester fabric rustled against his bare skin. the lack of a few fastened buttons hinted at the broad trail of masculinity hidden underneath. if it weren’t for the obvious scar across his  right eye, he would have blended in perfectly as a normal person. however, even upon entering the establishment, the blonde was greeted with compliments for his accomplishments at the grand magic games. attention shifted from the receptionist and to the isolated figure just ahead of him, brows furrowed, having soon softened into a single quirked brow.   ❝   --DIDN’T EXPECT TO MEET YOU HERE. .   ❞  

❝   ALWAYS GOTTA MAKE A SHOW. . .   ❞   piercing eyes darted at the hero from the ominous setting of a dark alley. impatient digits resettled on his bicep as the battle concluded and the villain was apprehended. he should have known better than to wait for a moment of vulnerability from the hero’s nearly flawless performance. emphasis on nearly, as he provided assistance from the shadows during moments in which her blind-spot was exposed. PFT. LOOK AT HIM BEING A GOOD SAMARITAN. he would have usually charged a fee for such a good deed. however, he was simply in a good mood. besides, he was only interested in stretching his limbs. by the looks of it, he would have been wasting his time and effort as the duel didn’t last long.

starter call??

tfw you dig thru the sin of ur likes for 20+ min for memes and only find ship related ones