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@halphcs sent: " Erza.." she swished her wine around as they drank at the guild. "Do you like anyone?"

ERZA HUMS IN DELIGHT, ENJOYING the strawberry daiquiri mocktail Mirajane had specially concocted. As expected, she doesn't disappoint. She'd always made the best food and the best drinks. She's exceptional in her craft—in everything she does.

Laxus gave his outfit one last glance in the mirror by his door, frowning slightly over it. It was one he'd picked up while in Blue Pegasus -- a bit more on the casual side than the usual there, but still far more dressed up than he preferred, with the dark sport coat over the typical tight shirt they seemed to recommend.

He supposed, with the reactions he'd gotten there, they knew what they were doing...

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He'd insisted, even to his own detriment, on learning how things had been done up till now. There were a lot of things he'd already made note to change, the hastily written ideas scattered across the desk behind her in a shorthand that seemed impossible to decipher. Such thoughts were still swirling in his head even as he almost let himself doze, gentle hands on his shoulders finally pulling him back to the present.

"....?"

Laxus stirred and blinked a few times, taking a second to register where he was as her words reached him. Oh. He hadn't even realized he'd been leaning on her, all this time. He straightened, wincing only slightly at the twinge in his back from hunching over so long, voice low as he reflexively held a hand up to keep his coat from slipping off their shoulders.

"Don't worry about it. I can handle lockin' the place up before I head out, at least. You go on, I've gotta straighten some things up in here first."

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Not too long after Makarov started bringing them both to dinner meetups every week, Laxus started challenging Mira to sparring matches shortly after. Makarov was...less than pleased, the first time, so he's taken to waiting until the next day, before he heads out on another job. She can tell how jobs have been going for him that week based on how he fights during their bout.

Laxus will be the first one to admit he's misjudged Mirajane in the past -- honestly, he has a lot of regrets for how he treated her around the Battle of Fairy Tail. If it hadn't been for Makarov's interference, he likely would still be keeping his distance, and all three of them probably know it.

Laxus never had any siblings of his own, and at first he somewhat envied Mirajane's bonds with Lisanna and Elfman. But he's formed close enough bonds with the siblings now that it almost feels the same. He trusts them quite a bit more than most other guild members, at this point.

@halphcs:“ No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care. ”

The scarlet-haired woman falls silent.

For a moment , she simply stares at Mira .

Not with anger .

Not even disappointment .

But with something far heavier .

Her brow furrows as her jaw tightens , fingers slowly curling against her arms where they rest crossed over her chest . The guild hall around them seems to fade into distant noise as she searches Mira's expression , as though hoping she had simply misheard her .

Hoping those words had not truly left her lips .

❝ Respectfully , Mira... your words have no traction . ❞

The response comes measured & calm .

Yet somehow that calmness makes it sting all the more .

Erza exhales slowly through her nose , her gaze lowering briefly to the floor before lifting once more .

❝ Frankly . . . they are hurtful . ❞

A faint shake of her head follows .

Not dramatic .

Not exaggerated .

Just disbelief .

❝ " It was my fault for thinking that you might care . " ❞

She repeats the words back to her carefully , each syllable weighed & examined .

Then her eyes narrow.

❝ Is that truly what you think of me ? ❞

The question is quiet .

Far quieter than any shout could have been .

Erza takes a single step forward .

❝ After everything we have endured together . . . after every battle, every sacrifice , every hardship . . . you would reduce my feelings to a mere possibility ? ❞

Her hand rises briefly to her chest before falling back to her side .

❝ You speak as though my concern for you was uncertain . As though I have stood at your side all this time & remained indifferent . ❞

A bitter smile touches her lips .

Gone almost as quickly as it appears .

❝ That is what wounds me, Mira . ❞

Her gaze softens then .

Only slightly .

Enough for the HURT beneath her composure to become visable .

❝ Not because you are angry with me . Not because you are disappointed . But because somewhere along the way , you convinced yourself that I would not care . ❞

The words linger between them .

HEAVY .

UNCOMFORTABLE .

HONEST .

Erza straightens her posture , lifting her chin with quiet resolve .

❝ You are mistaken . ❞

A pause .

❝ I care far more than you seem willing to believe . ❞

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“ Want to explain to me why I have a crying new member in the office saying that you were mean the whole time during your job?” Mirajane stood firmly in front of him, her hands on her waist. “ Elfman Strauss” a motherly tone he had heard many times before. / Oop Ravyn told

Ahh, fuck.

"Th-That's, because..." Whatever he did, standing up to his sister when he knew she was right, just never went well. Elfman had come to learn from way back, even when she wasn't posing an immediate threat with her magic or her fists, his sister somehow always managed to put him in his place. It may have been a harsh case of a status quo, but how can he help that?

"She wasn't bein' a Man!!!" He desperately protested. Yeah, as if that's gonna work. When he opened his mouth to speak, it was already clear to this man whatever he said wouldn't be met well. He was in for a lecture, it seems...