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█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ    IN TRUTH, GRAY HAD NO idea what he intended to say nor could he decipher the reason he was standing between Jellal &&. the door. Just moments prior, he was absolutely furious with the other but now, with their time together dwindling to an uncertain close, he found himself desperately CLAWING to draw out their inevitable departure. 

And as the disturbing silence took an unsubtle ease back into the ambiance of things, the entire inner workings of Gray’s chest took resemblance to that of a blizzard raging on. It was COLD; it was painfully freezing surrounding his heart, as though it was somewhat, empty.

            The Ice-Mage emitted a grievous sigh &&. his eyes averted from Jellal’s smoldering ones as he wracked his mind for an explanation. He could feel himself WITHERED beneath the intensity of the other’s stare —– those captivating molten eyes that flickered with emotion against torch-light.

❛ I just… ❜  Gray stammered, his brow beading with sweat.                                        ❛  This isn’t — it.  Fuck, Jellal, you are WRONG. ❜

He doesn’t want it to end at all, but the avalanche of final exchanges has already commenced and now they must bury the HATCHET… A conglomeration of tension &&. unspoken feelings that are now forced to whittle away during this spontaneous exile. Gray knew that this isn’t truly the demise of their encounter but letting Jellal go, now, somehow feels like a far greater tragedy.

❛ I didn’t want it… to end like this. ❜

             The plea felt so ALIEN on his heavy tongue, weighed down in sheer candor &&. the wraith of his pride. It fed the steel in his guts, coiling like dread ——— but Gray didn’t care. And that was when slowly did his cool fingers slithered inbetween the other’s, sinewy digits intertwining with the pallid limbs of the elder male —- the action appearing to be quite… desperate. Then, a clench of teeth, jugular muscles malfunctioned whilst glacier hues ascended to seek those of auburn.

Look at me, Jellal.

As the WARMTH that had been communicated between their frigid appendages ceased, Gray had seized hold of Jellal’s slender wrist abruptly, yet with little pressure. He needed an excuse to keep him behind; whatever that would impel to halt the other in his departure —— be it gestures, words…

Or a linger of two, clumsy hands.

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