#mircjane

@mircjane sent: “ If you don’t make your way out from behind my bar, you and I will have trouble.” A playful eye towards one of her elders. / for gildarts

THE GUILD HAS ALWAYS BEEN like second home to Gildarts. Being a member for most of his life, he‘s familiar with every nook and cranny of the vicinity. After a long mission, he decides to take a rest and reward himself with a drink. He slips into the bar to get a scotch, pouring himself a drink. He could have asked Mirajane, but it‘s a busy night, and he doesn‘t wanna inconvenience her.

@mircjane sent: ☃ — [sender] offers [receiver] a cup of hot cocoa/apple cider / for Hibiki!

THE SEASON IS CHANGING. THE crisp autumn air hits his skin. The leaves turn into a vibrant mixture of red, orange, yellow and purple. The scenery in front of him is breathtaking, pleasing to the eye. A mood booster. Hibiki considers fall as his favorite season. It's not harsh like summer or extreme like winter; it‘s cold but cozy. It‘s a prelude to the upcoming holidays, getting everyone festive.

        ❝Thank you.❞ He accepts the cup of apple cider from Mirajane, giving the white-haired beauty a once-over. ❝You look gorgeous—as usual,❞ he comments, winking at her suavely. The remark is flirtatious but sincere. It‘s a well-known fact that the Take Over Mage is the complete package—beauty, strength, and brains—she‘s got it all.

        Hibiki is a universal flirt, notorious for flattering every woman he meets; however, his fascination towards her is genuine.

@mircjane sent: Mirajane was casually sleeping on the lap of the requip mage. Her body had revealed its limit of the day as she rested on Ezra’s lap in one of the booths of the guild hall. ( hehe.)

FINGERS TENDERLY STROKE MIRAJANE‘S HAIR, letting the takeover mage sleep comfortably on her lap. Erza watches the sleeping beauty, admiring her slumbering form for a brief moment. She can sense the other‘s exhaustion. After working hard today, she had pushed herself to her limits, as usual. The beauty has always been diligent when it comes to her work, dedicating herself to providing their guild mates great service.

( @mircjane / vine prompts / accepting. )

❛ Uhh --- ❜

Graced with unpredictability, perplexity was illustrated upon canvas of onipotence incarnated. Expressing profanity seemed unsuitable; he wasn't accustomed of such side of Mirajane, whereas she would customarily exude fondness and benevolence. ( unless provoked ) everyone had their limits, and seemingly, she must have reached hers. Thus, with a situation presented as such, he found himself bewildered --- and his socialization skills being miserable at finest wasn't helping the situation either.

Not this shit again.

"Mira--"

❛ Oh my --- Unbelievable !! ❜

Facade of gallantry illustrated surprise, marking it as the predominant reaction to said words that left the manifested beauty's lips. Canvas painted with considerably widened umber complexions, accompanied with a set of lips parted accordingly; almost comical, one might say.

Yet it was inevitable due to confessions that echoed cranial walls; The knight was never one to partake in the act of gossip, but exceptions were allowed. Mirajane, seemingly, knew exactly how to grasp her attention --- be it with her exceptional mastery in the craftmanship of cooking ( or baking, preferably ), be it with numerous topics for them to converse with --- or even this. And now, Erza craves for nothing more but the continuance of the storytelling. How inquisitive. And all that stemmed from a circumstance including two of her fellow Guild members.

@mircjane sent: "Oh, erzy~" holds out a strawberry shortcake. " I'm sorry for disappearing like that."

ERZA DOESN'T HOLD GRUDGES. SHE calls out offenses and gets upset, but she doesn't let it fester and grow into resentment. She can't get mad at Mirajane for too long, especially when she offers her favorite strawberry shortcake with an apology and sweet smile on her face. All in all, her weakness.