#cuelebres

"I wasn't expecting anyone to be here," he admitted, nearly sounding apologetic.

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001. She was a quiet and very serious child, perhaps a little shy---slow to make friends as she tended to cling to her mother. However, she was introduced to Niall Shelley when they were both little children as her mother was working with his father, and though many things have changed since the days when they would get into (mild) trouble for breaking into places they were not supposed to access, they are still friends.

002. Due to the aforementioned friendship that has been rekindled since her divorce, Jade's opinion on blood magic (and other types of magic that tend to be called 'evil' or 'wrong') that does not differ from her general opinion on magic: that whether it is good or bad depends on the caster. After all---though most of Fiore has only ever seen her magic as pretty, it is the same magic that is used be assassins. The key difference being that Jade never had the chance to train herself as much.

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Oh, she missed him so much. How fittingly cruel that they'd have to part ways - at least for now. Nothing like seeing that deadpan face at midday, but at least this time he's not bullying her.

That means he misses her, too, obviously!

❝Uh, no. No thank you...❞ She emphasizes, all while securely holding a glass of water to her chest. ❝Last time I touched that, I said way too much.❞

She wants to recoil at the memory.

Indeed, she would not shut up...

❝Way too much,❞ she whispers, turning her face away for a moment. ❝Going forward, it's strictly wine for me.❞

... Mostly because it hardly ever tickles her.

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❝Umm... You’re sure?❞ The question is redundant, she realizes only after blurting it out. She hardly thinks that Erik would be offering to do so if he were exhausted.

And at the same time... What if he is tired already, and is just... used to it? Aren’t Oracion Seis already used to so much bullshit as is?

Her gaze stays focused on him for a moment - despite him not necessarily looking her way. Finally, she shakes her head with a quiet ‘ mm-mm ‘.

❝You know what? No. I’m alright.❞ Mary tells him firmly, settling against the trunk of tree. ❝You take a rest first, Erik. And if you really can’t fall asleep, then fine. We’ll switch. Besides, I never take the first shift anyway. That’s not really fair, is it?❞ She smiles at her friend, just before reaching over and pinching his nose.

❝Now nap.❞

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Mary: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Erik: You mean literally or figuratively? Mary: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

 watching all the chaos was difficult, it was painful, not only for her but for so many wizards and citizens alike. eyebrows couldn’t help but to knit themselves together, how could this happen ? her questions were valid, the amount of power that was present in the land now was the most she’d ever felt. her body trembled, her anxiety beginning to engulf her.  guilt WASN’T far behind, and soon it was eating her alive. why couldn’t she do anything more ? why wasn’t her magic strong enough to even scratch the surface ? 

        INHALE.   EXHALE.  INHALE. EXHALE. 

 breathing was the only thing keeping her A L I V E. heart was beating, yes, but it was BURNING her alive. before too long she was drowning in sorrow, with no way to breathe, no way to swim to the top for air. she was losing the fight not only OUTSIDE. but inside as well. this wasn’t FAIRYTAIL. the way she acted, and thought. she felt disappointment flood her bones, how could she be so weak ? screams spread across the land like banshee screams, eerie and hard to forget. these memories would fuel her nightmares, she thought. 

  SUDDENLY.   ― a familiar touch would give her a STARSTRUCK effect. her breathing calmed almost instantly. she was safe. it was ERIK. his hand wrapped around her upper arm, RELIEF overwhelmed her ( to a degree. )

                       ❛ erik.   ❜ˈ her voice didn’t rise above a whisper, as quiet as she could be. her fear was still there just minor. she was ALONE. she had no idea where anybody was, seeing a familiar face was refreshing, and for it to be him of all people... seemed fate was playing its hand. she was certain she was going to perish along with so many others but with him here now... it didn’t feel so dire. 

It won’t give him back his sleep, but at this point he’s so balls-deep in insomnia, and nothing will fix it. At least he can get lost in the haze of it this way. At least he can forget, or at the very least, pass out somewhere - and while he may wake up exhausted and unrested, it’s something.

Between feeling things totally foreign to him, and the gored apparitions that have become so frequent, this is the best he can do. Frankly, he’s disinterested in trying to dissect why he’s selectively numb these days.

So he approaches the old bar - the one that smells of a fragrance he wants to remember but can’t. What an odd way to see it, but that’s just what it is. Lamenting something long-forgotten. He thinks he’s smelled that scent before.

❝Hey. Y’got rum and Coke by any chance?❞

so.  she was back.  no one was more surprised about this than she was,  but she had been feeling cold in her very bones,  and with laxus not having listened to ivan’s well-meant advice,  her options had been cut down to nothing.  freesia university’s campus was stretching out around her like the blood-stained battleground that it was,  the rain on the pavement red as ever.  she flipped up the collar of her coat as she turned away from the plaza and let her steps carry her down the familiar path.  once,  she had not walked this way alone,  despite how long it had since she had last been here and that it had been even longer since she had been here in company of friends.