#lorefated

She only earns further amusement from him with that. Though sympathy is definitely in order considering the very real struggle, Elfman seldom had this issue; always being taller than his peers, easily towering over everyone discounting Master Makarov under Titan enhancement. By contrast, Levy was always on the shorter side; barely scraping the one-and-a-half meter mark.

He couldn't help himself; containing an escaped laugh followed by a snort. "O-Okay, a Man will help ya..." His hand reached, barely with any effort, to bring her the book she wanted. Whoever put that up there (probably her) never accounted for such a mishap. He'd make mental note (definitely to be forgotten later) that they need a new ladder, or that he'd have to help a bit more around the library. She could have easily asked for Lucy's help too, or anyone else more books-y.

A Man should keep to Himself. That was a code by which many lived, it was something most men were raised upon as a principle; an unfortunately crippling mindset that keeps men in check, to sort their own problems by themselves and reject outside help. The consequences of such would come and prove humiliating at times, if not fatal at the worst. But even then. Opening up problems and personal issues doesn't come by when things get, well, personal.

"Don't worry, Levy! I'm almost done!" She was putting the finishing touches on her face makeup, spraying her setting spray before she'd move onto her hair, opting to put it in half pigtails and straightening out the pieces that were left down and she'd slip her shoes on.

THIS   PLACE   WAS   WELL   KNOWN   TO   THE   GUILD.   but often not one that peope visited.   a hill close by to the guild,   but had an amazing view of the ocean even better when the sun began to set for the night.   wendy often visited this place to reflect on herself.   her life,   everything that she has done to this point.   she was happy to return to the guild during her time off from school,   but sometimes scary memories resurfaced that she wished to forget,   souring the once peaceful mood within the dragon slayer.   wendy sat in the grass with her knees almost covering her face.   even though she was deep in thought she can sense the footsteps of a familar bookish mage behind her.   if anyone was to visit in the moment,   she was glad that it was her.   she lifted her head to look back at her as she walked up a smile on her face.