#faecrested

     Wings like a fairy, eye of a monster. She had been told to be the latter for a majority of her life, spoken by people who had never made an effort to get to know her for who she was as a person. Once the word of a cursed sort of magic went through town, your sudden reputation would always precede you.

     With him it had been an extreme sort of different. Not only had she harmed so many people she had been supposed to care about, and she saw that now, but him personally as well. Multiple times. Nothing seemed to make him want to distance himself from her, no matter what she did. Why? Why?

@faecrested​  inquired: " Tell me. What's on your mind,Loke? Because I have been talking for the last five minutes.. and you have been daydreaming." a giggle escaped her.  

He’d been caught, yet day dreaming wasn’t what he was actually dissociating with. Thoughts grew more intense with every passing week, time seemed to shorten and the days were cut. And eyes would weigh heavily after every night. Banishment was wasting him away...

‘  Ah sorry, I’ve been kind of out of it the last few days. Plus, it doesn’t help that your looks are so easily distracting.  ’

There was truth in that statement. At first, he was very distracted by her eyes; how they would smile at him even without her lips tugging, and how they would gleam with each topic she found interest in. It was why he enjoyed her company, she was just like how the sunshine used to make him feel. Warm.

‘  You just get so cute when you’re enthusiastic. Tell me more, Mira.  ’

A glint of mischief were in golden eyes, ones that carried the curiosity for information. Elbows would lean on the bar top, back arched in to seek a audience in private as his smile carried a little too much intrigue. It had been a while since they last conversed in the guilds secret endeavors, and yet he found it satisfying to hear of others problems then to focus heavily on his own. Gossip was what was keeping his interest alive, for the most part. But, he also was prying into her a little bit, wondering if she knew about him and a certain... fortune teller. It needed to be on the down low as much as possible, just for her sake...

‘  Anything juicy going around?  ’

     In fact, there was a flicker of something in his visible turquoise eye when Lisanna raised her query, though other than that Freed retained full composure (ignoring the short grumble following once his face had been freed from her grasp). He grimaced on instinct, hoping that it would soothe the strain on his skin that Lisanna's playful tugging had caused, then conjoined his arms before his chest. Was she sincerely being that oblivious? He was disinclined to believe that to be the truth; she was essentially answering her question herself by merely stating her observations. Not that he had any intention to deliver any more details.

     "Why don't you ask her yourself? Or you could simply put two and two together. You're capable of doing that, I'm certain," he added with a tenderly placed sneer. They were sisters - surely such subjects did come up in conversations, right? Then again… Mirajane had been disclosing some exclusive information towards him only, that much was true. "Let us suppose that I do know something, it is still not my place to talk about this matter."

Of course she's ready to go, has been for a minute, but instead of saying that she just smiles, giving her friend an enthusiastic nod. "I am!" She can feel excitement bubbling in her chest at the prospect of a fun, relaxing evening with Lucy.

Things had been so hectic lately that she had barely had a chance to stop and take a breath, or even sit for more than a few minutes before she was needed again, or there was another job to go on, or she needed to consult for someone.

     It was one of the busier days at the guild hall though utter chaos had yet to erupt. Mirajane had many helping hands this evening and nobody deserved a break more than her, so when she opted to bear Freed company as he was sitting at the bar he of course didn't decline the offer of conversation.

     Talking to Mira was a pure delight more often than not, they had always just clicked, and a single deep laugh of genuine nature fell from his lips at her comment before his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Alright, well- What sort of details are you looking for tonight?"

     No gaydar necessary to see what was going on between two certain individuals. Freed would catch Mira smile just at the right moment, a glance shared across the guild hall, and with a barely audible hum he gently swayed the glass of delicate red wine in his grasp.

     The mastery of deceit had to be acquired and polished and apparently one certain man wasn't in his best shape. His display of dramatic art was miserable at best and far too easy to tell. Was he even attempting to make an effort, Freed wondered.

     Both of the men stared each other down, the rune mage's visage one of stoicism until a single brwo would be raised in what may be a challenge directed at the other. Gildarts was an individual he held in high regard for his magic power alone; he'd earned his respect and he had Freed's gratitude for being one of the forces allowing Laxus back in the guild. SOME aspects of his character, however, Freed was not afraid to question and criticize although the situation for him to actually do so barely ever rose up.