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Yesterday we make a pooling on our facebook page to decide the theme for our upcoming collective project. In this poll, we have 18 random tentative themes that people can choose.
The poll is closed last night, and...here is the result! UNSPOKEN LANGUAGE is the chosen theme!
now we can start working on this project as soon as possible :D Thanks to everyone who participate in the poll, please wait for further update about this project :)
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Sneak Peak at "I Spy", a Nalu Fanfic
He knew she was there.
He could feel her looking at him from where he stood in the tight kitchen, unpacking the dozens of boxes that were cramped up in the corner of the bright, white room. He could hear her running a delicate hand over the pale, granite counter tops as she ever-so-slowly neared him. He could smell her in the air, the faint scent of strawberries he took a liking to the moment he brought in the last batch of boxes from the moving van only minutes before. She was there, whoever she was, and for some reason, he didn’t feel alarmed by this stranger.
He places the last glass that was packed away messily in the cardboard box into the cupboard and silently shuts the cream-colored cabinet, his hand lingering on the black, iron knob momentarily as he debates as to whether or not he should turn around. At this point, he really couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he was so calm when there was an absolute stranger in his apartment, but no matter how many times the words ‘danger’ and ‘fear’ swirled around his mind, his body refused to cooperate since his heart simply continued beating at its normal pace and his muscles remained slack. He was barely reacting to her, though something at the back of his brain was nagging him that he should at least acknowledge her – he was a well brought up Dragneel for Mavis’s sake, he wouldn’t dare tarnish his family’s name. He knows he has to do something – it’s not like he can just ignore someone in his household.
He purses his lips together as he gulps down his nerves, feeling as if his throat was sandpaper as it slowly slides down and his hands fall to his sides as he turns to face her.
The rest of this will be coming soon on fanfiction.com. A link to my profile page where the rest of my stories are:Â
https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5708180/idevourbooks
