ERZA SCARLET

 Red hair as bright as crimson, like a fireworks with blood. He thinks a bit darkly, but also with humor. But the face attached is-

is-

 “I…dont’ think we met but… “ your pretty, your confident, and you have social skills. Please teach me, something he wants to say but cannot because he never properly says the words he wants to. 

 “Maybe we pass each other on a mission… I am Precht… a treasure hunter from the guild Sylph.” why is he bothering with introduction? because he… like any young man wants to impress beautiful women… even for a moment of attention…

          sylph ? a treasure hunter guild... one that slightly brings a shiver down her spine, perhaps a negative experience in which the members of the guild tried to assassinate her and her friends in the attempts to retrieve and save some sort of village ? a slight tingling of her memories tugging at her reverie before pulling back to reality as she realises her own gaze was staring daggers at the other. ❝ precht... hm. i’ll remember that. ❞  her voice is stern, ❝ are you from here ? or perhaps you are a traveller ? or are you currently on a job ? ❞  questions that shot at him like rapid fire, determined to figure out his true identity, one that tickled her pickle.

          today was a full day for the scarlet haired wizard, one that was perhaps packed with the neglect for rest and leisure. countless errands folded and twisted within her armour, a few of the errands having been successfully checked off. amidst her haste, fast footsteps move to collide shoulders with another, without much thought, she catches herself before regaining her stance.

Looking up at the loud yell of his name he sees it came from Fairy Tail’s resident knight. She’d been working on that plate for a while now and made it very clear he can’t sneak any tastes. “Aye, Sir!” Is his reply knowing very well what’ll happen if he refuses.

Rushing over he stares at the exquisite looking plate and the care she put into it. “This looks great, Erza.” The fire mage enthuiastically praises as he lights his hand on fire. However, he hesitates for a moment as he questions if his fire is the best choice. “Shouldn’t you use a stove? I might burn it.” It could happen, not likely, but it could.

          she gleams at his compliment, one that she had righteously claimed. for of course it was great, it exuded great craftsmanship and the amount of patience that went into it, was immense. at his question, she turns to him again, this time however, sepia hues narrow as brows come to knit together. ❝ are you questioning my methods, natsu ? ❞ 

          careful digits positioning the vegetables that adorned the uncooked chicken upon the freshly shined plate. silver utensils, both sharpened and glistening from the diligence of her rubbing them against the towel. hues of sepia, squinting as optimum focus exuding from her aura. carefully carving the sliced cucumber into a flower, placing the final piece onto the plate.