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     God, he was exhausted. Bags dwelled beneath his eyes, and eyelids kept begging to be closed for a while. The sting of this sensation was becoming unbearable, giving his face a light upset features. Head was nudged with a firm object, and he gave a soft growl from the hood of his buried face. From the warmth of his arms and hood, the lion’s head gazed up to see the side of his frosted mug, and a very confused -- yet  concerned -- friend was confronting him again. She knew him too well -- he couldn’t exactly hide that fact.

           “ M’not. I’m more tired                then anything. ”

Mouth opened for a big yawn, revealing the subtle bigger canines then collapsing his chin on the palm of his hand, to rest it.

Cana was quiet.

That in itself was not the most unusual thing about her that many perceived was abnormal for the lush. Often, in fact, Cana preferred to drink in relative quiet, away from the hustle and bustle of the fairies that caused such a commotion. Yet at the center of it all was him. The Ace himself had returned from his long journey, and like many times in the past, the words that nestled inside her heart were trapped in her throat. 

No matter how much Cana built herself up to approach her f-- Gildarts, her fear and cowardice crippled her with anxiety she just could not shake. 

                                  ;;MEME // ACCEPTING

     The lion knew his lecture from a few people were coming -- but this one was particularly harder to deal with. Mira was a friend. One to whom he confided in multiple times, during hard times and good. No, she did not know of his true form, his true being. Thus, one of the reasons he avoided coming back to see everyone. The ones he held dear were deceived by him, of all people.

          “ I don’t have a great reason              without it sounding like an              excuse. ”

Loke sat at the counter, finally facing one those dear friends. Maybe this would help her understand. She would be less of a struggle to speak to then Cana. And that conversation was one he avoided the most out of all of these awkward encounters.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as those once dull hazels of his finally glowed with the power that returned to him. They made contact with her own, and her own kind eyes were stern. That, he deserved.

                                  ;;MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

     A frown should never be  present on a woman’s face, not while he could help it. Tray in hand, and fresh drinks being presented, she had finally made her way to him in the doorway. Before being tempted with a bottle she offered, a hand of his pointed to the mistletoe placed above him in the door frame.

          “ Seems my Christmas present              came early~ ”

They were good friends, one of his closest. So regularly teasing her, flirtatiously, was often playful and platonic then how he was with most girls.Mira had always helped him with those other woman situations -- couldn’t leave her out of a little loving. A smile was given and hands cupped her cheeks gently before his lips came into contact with her warm forehead. Multiple kisses were placed on top of each other, and one very exaggerated last one was left. Playful enough.