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>Rate my character: Laxus is a precious and grumpy bae

>My portrayal of my character: Spot on, definitely!  Like, you get his grumpy old man side and his sexy badass side and i ugh. h o w ?

>How well I stay IC: Very good! As said above, I don't wanna repeat but like I feel like you are Laxus sometimes!

>How sexy my character is: We all know Laxus is the sexiest man in the manga.

>How interesting my RPs are: Like that anon said, they are very interesting! Whether I'm stalking an rp or we're rping, I always get blown away with how you write! I think if you wanted you could be an author since you seem to do well with emotions and diction!

The silence was so heavy on her shoulders that it made her feel like she was drowning and the fear of drowning was not only foreign to her, it was also something she had never felt before because she had never feared the water. The water had been her friend, always.

But the words that had just reached her ears were ripping her apart.

>>Layla-sama died fifteen years on earth ago.<<

Cradling her head in her hands, she fell to her knees. Layla. Layla was gone, Layla was dead. This was unfair. The world needed Layla. The world needed someone as bright as all the stars together, someone kinder than a summer's breeze.

No. No. No. No.

She tried closing her eyes yet as she opened them again, the celestial spirit was still floating over the waves, a rarely soft expression on her face. Of course. Aquarius had adored Layla. Everyone had adored Layla. The blonde had been an amazingperson, one who had left people behind and they had never gotten over how kind and loving she was. Had been.

Ur's vision blurred up quickly as she started crying, not only out of sadness but out of frustration and anger with her dead, dead, dead friend.

>>I am sorry,<< the spirit said simply as she vanished.

So Ur was left at a beach in the middle of the night. The sadness inside her heart was wider than the ocean could reach. (And she could say this because she had been part of the sea once.)

Layla was gone.

Her trusted friend was dead. They had met so many years ago in a small and dusty store for magical items and they had been like the sun and the moon. Layla had been a child of laughter and light while Ur had been such a tragical little thing who had known things by heart Layla had never even heard about.

They had been unlikely friends, indeed, but they had been friends.

Best friends.

Forever.

(Only that they had become liars.)

(Both of them.)

They had travelled the country, had rested on green hills to watch the passing clouds and to listen to the birds sing in the distance. It had been a beautiful time, perhaps the happiest of Ur's entire life because she had been so carefree then.

She suddenly remembered that she had never told Layla goodbye. This hurt. They had never fought, they had just fallen apart. Just another tragedy. She wondered if Layla had been afraid of death as she had suffered from her illness for a long time which had given her the time to think about it while she, Ur, had never had the time to be afraid of death because it had happened so quickly.

Thankfully.

<<Think of me and I'll be there>> had been one of their promises, a promise they had broken so easily by simply forgetting about it.

Ur had never felt this lonely, had never needed someone as desperately.

For the first time in her life, she desired a parent to love her, to embrace her and to tell her that she had done well but this would never happen. She might not be as much of a black sheep as her older brother but she was one nonetheless.

She had never needed Ivan ---- old Ivan, Ivan who had been her brother ---- as much. She had never missed him as much before either because once upon a time, he had been a kind and a little shy young man. (She missed him. Not his lunatic side.) She missed the Ivan who had started to sing ---- rather badly, she might add ---- after drinking too much wine.

But the only one left was Gildarts. Damn. Gildarts who had taken up disappearing for long times instantly after the fallout with Ivan. Gildarts who had taken the fight rather hard from what she remembered. (She sometimes wanted to yell at him, if she was honest. He had claimed to be her friend and to be there when she needed him but he not been there when she had actually needed someone.)

How had she ever gotten along with him, anyway?

But most of all, she wanted Layla to arrive, for Layla to tell her that all would be good again and that they could go back to sitting under the sunlight on the hills.

But Layla would not come.

And now she was standing here in the darkness. She did not know anything now. She just knew that tears were streaming down her face and that everything hurt. And she hated the pain. And she hated how she could not make it go away.

How could so much misfortune ever befall a single person? Indeed, she had made mistakes because she was a human being and humans were prone to make mistakes. She did not deserve being cornered by life, she did not.

She did not deserve surviving her ultimate sacrifice only to return to such a messed up world. She did not. She deserved better, so much better.

Layla had said forever, once.

So had said Ur.

Opinion on;

Character in general: Lucy’s got herself some grand ole’ boobs. Nah, she’s the mediator for the team, since she’s the voice of reason amidst idiots.How they play them: Play? They ARE them, down to the bone and possibly jugs. WHO KNOWS? All that aside, 10/10The Mun: Jackie is a little butt, though an adorable and fun butt… wait that sounds weird.

Do I:

RP with them: On two accounts; aren’t I lucky!Want to RP with them: ENDLESSLY!

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