“ Ah... ”Eyes fell to his hands and the way they gripped nothing when closing against the air. No matter how far he'd come, there was always more to grasp and even more that was out of reach. Life was a series of trials, and he'd begun conquering them before he could even remember. However, reward from those trials was intangible.
“ The only way to push past our limits is to recognize the progress we've made up to that point. ” A simple truth that he was too blind to see when he enrolled at UA. “ Thank you, Midoriya and Bakugou. You two are the ones who showed me that. ”
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he is honestly not even human until he's had coffee, he really is one of Those people. and he's fussy as hell about his coffee too - partly due to the fact he's just very Particular about things in general, but also due to his time as a part time barista (in his Uni days lmao), he Knows how to make a perfect coffee, so he's always comparing what he gets from others.
he's developed a case of serious rbf after putting up with so much Council bs, always looking really pissed off unless he actively works to ease his expression. because he generally looks serious, it can be quite the shock when he actually smiles (there are definitely some council workers who get the big Doki Doki and are temporarily Dazzled by this Rare Occurrence of him smiling, and does he use it to his advantage if he notices it? yes of course he does)
when he finally earned his way back up to being on the Council again, he got himself a pet cat - a fluffy grey girl called Mercury. she is a big babey. post-war he also adopts an older cat whose owners were killed in the war. she is a fluffy white and ginger kitty named Ethel (he didnt name her, that's what was on her tag). she is very elegant.
sometimes, random older ladies stop him in the streets because they recognise him (thankfully not mistaking him for Jellal), they always ask him when he's gonna settle down and have kids. it makes him v uncomfy and irritable for the rest of the day
@caelitus ( jellal ) said: “ that’s what i’m trying to do. ”
dark lashes fluttered, the corners of violet - lips twitching as they pressed shut, cutting riposte trapped behind clenched teeth. rancor fermented until it foamed, ever since oración seis allowed, with narrowed eyes & dragging feet, jellal within their company ( or was it the other way around? ) the froth was bitter, bubbling over in pinched, barely controlled portions. running his tongue over cracked lips, blood - red eyes flashed in cadence with his pique. “ try harder, ” a tart snap, biting, nasty, unforgiving. jellal warranted no forgiveness, ever, macbeth made that clear ; sharp hiss cut deeper than a knife, a pitiless blow lower than hell itself, “ you’ve been marching us in circles, looking for trouble. we’re not your slaves, jellal. ” hollow crimson eyes captured verdant hazel dead on. “ defeat zeref? ” a laugh ripped from his throat, cruelty infused into every harsh note. acerbic voice dropped an octave, the words burning like acid in his mouth. “ you’re not fooling anyone, except maybe yourself. you just want to make yourself feel better. you think that by fighting dark guilds, trying to fix us, it makes you a better person. ”
leaning forward, a dark chasm that contained something wicked glinted in sunless red eyes. “ i know who you are, jellal fernandes. my opinion of you hasn’t changed, not since you came to us preaching atonement, not since you had amnesia on the back of nirvana, not since the tower. ” memories claw their way to the surface, tearing flesh apart, threatening to break skin ; macbeth forced them down, before settling back into a listless sitting position. a yawn forced its way from his lungs, the pull of sleep inviting him back into a tortured nightmare. muscles slackening, his head nodded forward once . . . twice, before he yanked himself away from the edge of darkness. he wasn’t done speaking. “ i don’t care about zeref . . . it was — is you who was behind the r - system. ” his voice nearly cracked, words spilling forth, far too sentimental to be released. lips slammed shut, because he wouldn’t give jellal such power, even if the man deserved to carry his curses. when macbeth closed his eyes & succumbed to darkness, he saw blue hair, a twisting red tattoo.
at first, when natsu told her that jellal was going on his babysitting list — she was surprised. mostly because, well, the council was trusting natsu with something despite the history. but then again, natsu was strangely good at connecting with people. and now, lucy has gotten to know jellal a bit better herself and painting together (with natsu somewhere nearby, he and happy got distracted) was quite fun. lucy had dabbled in drawing and painting in her life Before. an approved hobby for a young woman such as herself.
she was quite happy for it, for once. she inspected the light blue jellal had made with mixing. he added a bit more white to get more of a sky blue color and she smiled at it and then, at him. "it looks amazing, jellal! really like the day sky!"
her own painting was an attempt to paint the river in front of them. this was one of natsu's favorite spots to hang out and she was quite used to the scenery. "what do you think of this cool gray tone for my river rocks? these are the ones outside the water."
Agitated by the upcoming meeting, her skin welcomed the coolness of the forest air. She fought the urge to pace the area, instead only allowing herself to flex her hands. Her eyes travelled the clearing, passing over every dark recess created by the trees, alert for the moment she would be joined by others. She wasn’t alone as it was, she knew that. Although Mags had said she was leaving, Millianna knew she was still around somewhere, concealed and lurking. She didn’t know what to make of the woman, and certainly wasn’t reassured that she was hanging around, but there were more important things to focus on.
Tension coiled in her stomach as the distant sound of footsteps grew nearer and nearer. Twigs snapped softly and leaves whispered. Her gaze zeroed in on the dim space between trees across from her, the shadowed figure approaching. He stepped slowly into the clearing, the meagre light falling from between the overhead branches to rest upon his face. Of course, she didn’t need the light or even to see his features to know who it was. Jellal.
Her hands curled into fists, nails digging into gloved palms. The last time she’d seen him, dragons and monsters were rampant, and it was only in a moment between all the fighting. That woman, Ultear, had appeared and thrown everything she had known into doubt and confusion. The scene had replayed in her mind many times since then, yet it never made anything clearer, and that was exactly what had led to Millianna seeking out this very meeting.
She cleared her throat and forced her eyes to stay on his face. “I want to hear what you have to say. I want answers. The truth.”
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Jellal sits at a table across the guild hall, teacup in hand. " You see anything nice there. I'm curious cause you've been staring for like a solid minute now. " He takes a sip of his tea as he gives a glance of his eyes at Mary after sending the words of telepathy to her.
♡ @caelitus
Mary ended up entirely too focused on Rogue.
It wasn't often that her duties at Lamia Scale ever overlap with another guild, but apparently this time, there would be a brief communication. In person was safest - since it was regarding sensitive information. Collaborations had their perks.
Unpredictably, Mary has missed her dear friend. She was delighted to see him here. Some part of her doubted that they'd be awarded that luck by unseen forces, but he's here.
And as Mary waits for Logan to return from his meeting ( he was substituting just for the next two days ), Mary takes the chance to catch up with Jellal, and discussing what they'd been up to.
Eventually, Mary falls quiet, and her gaze focuses... Elsewhere. Not directly behind Jellal, but somewhat to his left. She sees Rogue step out, and quietly interact with some of his guild mates. Her heartbeat begins to accelerate - but for all of her excitement and delight, it was also agonizing. To have him right there, yet to be unable to even speak to him...
He is so beautiful. The love of her life.
The corner of her lip curls up into a smile involuntarily, but she quickly catches herself and places her fist over her mouth.
Their gazes meet only for a brief moment ( he probably smelled her there ), but the moment is lost the instant she hears Jellal's voice─a little too loud. It startles her, though she manages to barely flinch.
Her eyes focus back on Jellal instantaneously, and she's both... Mortified and relieved that his lips aren't actually moving.
Instead he sips his tea, in perfect, calculated calmness While Mary probably looked like she'd seen a ghost just now.
Heat begins to crawl its familiar way up her face, and the witch blinks rapidly.
Staring? Was she really staring for that long!?
Gods, how embarrassing.
She hides her face behind the hand that she's now resting her forehead against, and it's not the best attempt. At this point, she cannot even maintain eye contact with Jellal. Her gaze falls on the table's surface, pathetically.
"I-I forgot where I was," she laughs the words out, and although she's bluffing, it comes out rather convincingly.
"I have a crush on a few celebrities, sue me!" She lies again.
A half-lie.
Mary did indeed have a handful of celebrity-crushes, once upon a time. She now only has eyes for one person. But Jellal doesn't need to know. It would be nice if she ever could share that part of her life with Jellal... But the most important thing now is to protect the integrity of her beloved.
She must lie to him for now, and so she will.
So she gets into character, and begins to kick her feet under the table, while covering her face with her hands. "Shut up! Don't make it obvious!"
📂 : midnight has dyed his hair multiple times for fun, oftentimes using two colors, one for each part of his hair.
📂 : midnight can't participate in movie night because he always falls asleep in the middle of the film.
📂 : midnight's least favorite time of year is summer, because of the excessive heat.
a random yet completely useless headcanon / @caelitus
📂 : midnight has been ridiculed more than once while out in public. also, certain people were never heard from again.
📂 : midnight once flooded part of oracion seis' guild hall by accident.
📂 : midnight once lit a different part of oracion seis' guild hall on fire, by accident.
📂 : midnight once gave everyone in the guild food poisoning. by accident. they were narrowly saved by cobra.
📂 : midnight has an itemized list of house chores which he's not allowed to do anymore.
📂 : midnight once lost an arm wrestling competition to klodoa, making him the physically weakest member of the guild.
📂 : midnight's fur-lined coats and vests are very fluffy.
📂 : midnight is a very good liar. sometimes he convinces people of something stupid, just for his own sick amusement.
📂 : midnight definitely isn't allowed to drive, after he crashed one of racer's favorite cars.
📂 : midnight has slept through more battles than he's actually participated in.
📂 : midnight cannot make anything more complicated than a ham and cheese sandwich. he's very bad at cooking.
📂 : midnight pretends to be asleep to avoid responsibilities. no one has caught on yet.
📂 : midnight doesn't drink coffee or alcohol.
📂 : midnight is a quick study, which is fortunate, because he chronically falls asleep in the middle of lectures.
📂 : midnight has an excellent memory.
📂 : midnight rarely cleans his room.
📂 : midnight has many fears, but he's never told anyone what any of them are. he already knows how ironic it is, he doesn't need anyone to tell him so.
📂 : midnight is good at drawing and art.
📂 : midnight likes going clubbing, despite what other people assume. it's something to do on nights where he can't sleep.
📂 : midnight gives everyone who asks the same fake number, because he's lazy. he still doesn't know who the number belongs to.
📂 : midnight rarely wears the same shade of lipstick two days in a row. most people can't tell the difference though.
📂 : midnight catches the flu easily.
📂 : midnight likes to antagonize people for fun when he's bored, but it's hard to tell that he's doing it on purpose.
📂 : midnight has scars on his wrists from the tower of heaven, which he hides by wearing wristbands.
📂 : midnight cheats at tabletop games. he's pretty good at not getting caught, too.
📂 : midnight once got lost in oracion seis' guild hall for a few hours, but no one noticed he was missing.
📂 : midnight almost got a tongue piercing once, but decided otherwise at the last minute.
❛ wait, is that mistletoe? ❜ >:3 // yes he has a smug ass smile
from this meme here
an innocent “hm?” only just escaped her lips as jellal spoke. ultear was focused on her hand, holding Jellal’s wrist and pulling him towards the card game some others were setting up. she could see the pure white of lyon’s head, decorated with a reindeer headband and someone (possible gray) put a “kick me” paper on his back. ha! it was only when she turned to look at him, stopped as he was, that his words truly sunk in.
and sink did those words do — burying themselves deep into her heart which fought against the prison she put there. the prison was needed, it was a self protection measure and yet. and yet, her eyes flickered from jellal’s to the keystone of the archway and hanging there where, sure enough, was a mistletoe. ultear felt her mouth open slightly and she looked back at jellal. she couldn’t…maybe it was the third hot chocolate that did it. no, that wasn’t it. she just. she couldn’t understand what his look meant. she felt electrified, suddenly. what did it mean? why was he looking at her like that? what did that look mean? and also — jellal helped decorate, didn’t he? why was this up?
“who did you want to see kiss, jellal?” the question left her and she was happy it was … a non revealing one. she was still holding his wrist. she wanted to let go, lest he feel her pulse on accident. but she didn’t. “i know you helped decorate.” she smiled then, a bit cheeky and maybe a bit flirty. “how uncouth of you.” she would not ignore tradition, though. so, with a little push from her toes (she was tall, but jelall was a bit taller) she kissed him lightly and not on the mouth but not on his cheek either. just…just next to his mouth. enough to follow through tradition and not reveal herself while also being just a tad flirty. she liked to be flirty when she was happy and at this moment, she was happy.
