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          VIRILE CHARACTERISTICS PORTRAYED INTENSITY. Identical hues of fire opal were piercing the sight of his fathful comrade that has fallen into obscurity. His structure was towering, as a few lightning bolts were engulfing his existence; a way demonstrating his potent element. A few scratches, accompanied with garnet liquid and dirt were ornamenting his facade. His upper garment had received a few splits, but nothing of grave significance. Other things held priority of his attention.

          And the sight in front of him was the perfect ILLUSTRATION of the point. A view that the omnipotence manifested loathed to a gargantuan extent. One that he never anticipated to behold. And yet here he is is, standing in front of the INCARNATION OF DARKNESS, having thick fingers curled into ferocious fists, ready to pound them on the other’s thick cranium, combined with an enormous amount of his element.

          And he was about to bring success on such task, but seemingly, it was too INGENUOUS to foretell of such. The onslaught that he launched towards the other individual appeared to be successful; having a physical impact towards the other. But it wasn’t enough to bring him to his knees and make the lightning user the CONQUEROR of this confrontation. Under different circumstances, he would have showcased how impressive he felt. To be CAPABLE of withstanding Heavenward Halbert was something rare to witness. Freed was unmistakably strong, but the Thunder God wasn’t aware that his once so-called devoted cromade was wielding SUCH PROWESS.

          Furthermore, the rhetorical question that reverberated the ambiance was another factor that PROVED his point— inner assumptions, to be precise. Scrutinizing the facet granted in front of him, he could tell that this encounter was about to become a CALAMITOUS CONFLICT. He shall TURN the impossible to possible in order to save his faithful comrade, and secure his place back to the boisterous premises. Notwithstanding how much he detested in harming him, he was left with no other options to take. 

          And so, susceptible lips formed an oblique curve, as a way to demonstrate CONFIDENCE AND ARROGANCE. This was a customary action coming from the lightning dragon slayer. The yellow lightning bolts surrounding his existence would multiply, eventually permitting his element to ENCIRCLE him, entirely. Adusting slightly his shoulders, the distinctive large habiliment placed upon them made contact with the dirty ground underneath his feet. He was standing towering, with both vigorous arms folded thereunder his broad chest. It was the ULTIMATE PROVOCATION incarnated in a human being. And soon, for his deep voice to escape his mouth, offering assistance in enhancing the current ‘spectacle’. 

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      Virile existence stood towering. His muscular arms took a folded formation underneath his chest. His pattern of respiration was quite heavy. It was inevitable, after all. He hurled a glance at his surroundings. An appropriate location for such an encounter.

      How long has it been? How long has it been since the last time he encountered him? Propably too long; last time he had witnessed the rune mage’s visage was at the conclusion of the infamous ‘Battle of Fairy Tail’--- the despicable rebellion that the incarnation of lightning had launched. So, in actuality, it has been years since the last time they had a confrontation face to face.

      In a way, Laxus couldn’t help but feel responsible for Freed’s unexpected alteration of personality. Never had he predicted that the epitome of loyalty would fall in the depths of obscurity. It was no secret that in the past, the lightning dragon slayer was known for his boorish behaviour, and the influence that had on the Thunder God Tribe. But never did he expected for things to have such a conclusion. If anything, he had hoped that by giving them a second chance to remain part of the rambuctious premises, it would have helped them to redeem themselves. To correct their mistakes and move forward to a brighter futre and walk on a path with greater opportunities for their lives.

      Apparently, that wasn’t the case for Freed Justine.

          ❛ --- Hmm? ❜

      His head tilted only a few degrees, as hues of fire opal would pierce the sight that had just approached him, only slightly. Expression saturated intensity; brows furrowed. He had acknowledged the fact that by conversing with this particular individual would only be proven futile. Hence, fists would do the trick. 

❛ About time you arrived. ❜

Usually when he returned all he came upon was utter  s i l e n c e  as everything was empty, no soul to be found in here. Few individuals had learned about his current dwelling place, and all of these individuals had been chosen by none other than himself. Freed made sure to keep everything strictly private.

Right now he may or may not be regretting the decision to have informed Erza about this location. Clearly, she was amused but he was not.

It wasn’t the first time that she visited him and not the first time that he saw such a smirk playing on her brilliant features, though definitely the first time of her seating herself in his chair. What kind of mischief was running through her sly mind at this very moment?

Perhaps he would find out.

The only evidence of his brief astonishment was that he blinked one time before an emotionless expression settled back in and he began to drop his valued black coat, hanging at over the nearby clothes tree.

He did have to admit that something about this scene had an… alluring effect. The two mages nourished utter respect towards each other, most of the time appreciated the other’s presence even, however at times… there was something else. Something else that led to different situations this time.

This scene probably belonged to one of those moments.

Finally stepping closer Freed’s cold turquoise eyes narrowed to slits and he came to a halt right in front of the cocky redhead. Quickly his gaze ran all over her but his facial expression revealed none of the thoughts his mind may or may not have started forming, and then he spoke his reply in a domineering vox at last.

                            “And just what do you think you are doing in my armchair, Scarlet?”

☩        Oh she knew this was a dangerous game she was playing, the way he looked at her, when he laid eyes on her in his chair. She knew it could be very deadly but she was daring enough to push her luck even with him at the moment. She wasn't going to occupy his chair for long, just long enough to grab his attention and flirt with danger. There was something about the way he held himself, and the look of those cold turquoise eyes on her. She didn't looose the smirk on her face, perhaps her eyes only sparked with more mischeif and excitement with as close as he had come. She didn't flintch at his words, knowing she may of just angered the rune mage or perhaps something else. Their encounters could be different and strange at times and this was one of those moments she had decided to make.

"I believe I am sitting in it comfortably I might add. I was simply waiting for you to return."

She put her hands on the arms and uncrossed her legs slowly pushing herself up to stand up in front of him,this way she wasn't looking up at the man in front of her. She wasn't a fan of looking up at people, at least not to where they would tower over her like some child when she was sitting. No matter what fun she would want to have that was not going to be one thing she would let him have. The smirk still stayed upon her face, leaning into him just enough that could be considered teasing, her voice had a layer of seduction in it as she whispered.