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He is sad, for multiple reasons but also because he just got fucking ahinilated. He still has dirt in his hair and he's nursing the GAPING HOLE in his CHEST left by Mary's SICK-ASS BURN.

"...can I have that kiss, if you're still offering ?"

( At the very least, he's not exactly bitchless anymore. )

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I already have Xiao LMAO but Zhongli... hm. Interesting 👀

from this meme

natsu did NOT appreciate the attitude he got for his curiosity! how was natsu supposed to always know what it was sting was up, too, anyway? he was a fire dragon slayer, not a psychic. he’s pretty sure cana is a psychic though. he should ask her. or maybe someone else. he doesn’t want to hurt cana’s feelings.

anyway — onto sting the stink.

“No. No! Can I just kill myself instead? This isn’t fair. I can’t KILL any of them!”

She sighs, resting her head against her hands, much like a cheating husband does after his wife has the heartlessness to divorce him.

“Okay… Um. Well, Jellal’s handsome, but he’s like a brother to me! I can’t fuck him, and I can’t platonically marry him over Meredy. It’s weird! Plus… I don’t think Jellal would hold it against me if I killed him. He’s like, really emo. He probably already wants to die. Poor thing. Okay. Fine. I regretfully kill Jellal.”

Mary appears bewildered. “Can I marry them all? What’s the difference? Also, how young are we talking, when you say ‘past Rogue’? You know… Okay, kill past Rogue I suppose…”

She is still confused about the concept of future Rogue. “Does… Future Rogue have a beard? I don’t get it!”

meme.

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The third Christmas - X793

     Nothing is surprising about Jellal being romantically inept. It hadn't always been this way ― back in his days as a Council member, he was very skilled with words, with a silver tongue that knew how to flatter, seduce and string people along. After all, you don't make your way to the top at the age of nineteen without a few good tricks up your sleeve.

                                            ( Having Ultear helped, too )

     But it's been many years since then. He'd gone from a famous, sought-out political figure and cult leader to a fleeing fugitive with a price on his head ― and that was less than ideal for one's social life, never mind romance. With flirting he had lost his touch ― and, in all honesty, digging into his memories to try to get the hang of it wasn't a very appealing option. Unless he's feeling particularly masochist, Jellal doesn't poke that part of his memories with a ten-foot pole.

     And while the loss of his charisma was something that didn't bother him much ― ( not when he had only ever used it for nefarious purposes ) ― having a sudden spike of romance in his life did make him regret the EASE with which he could have once upon a time replied to his... well, his boyfriend.

              ( the word was still relatively new, and just as unreal as the first day )

     "...I don't know about a card, but there's probably still a few of my BOUNTY POSTERS laying around if that's something up your alley ?"

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The first Christmas - X984

     He's out for a walk in Margaret Town, near their camp for the night. It's snowing, and the streets are illuminated with strings of lights ― but they're empty, most of the population busy celebrating in the comfort of their home, alongside loved ones.

     It isn't very wise for a wanted criminal to wander a town, frankly, so he's lucky that Lyon Vastia was the one who caught him. Luckier, even, that his hood hangs low enough for his anonymity to be preserved.

( He did apply some makeup on his left cheek, to hide the tattoo that marks the right side of his face. If not for his sake, then for his travel companions'. )

     "I'm no stranger to loneliness", he answers the man with a sad smile.

     Christmas never meant much to him anyway ― they never had that in the Tower, only knew of winter because of the snow that would fall && make their job harder, their bodies sick with fever and shaking with the FREEZING COLD upon their skin. And when he reintegrated society for the purpose of his... "divine mission" ― the holiday was nothing but another event he had to attend with politicians to entertain and too many smiles to fake.

             "Although..."

     He doesn't know Meredy well yet. They've been travelling together these past few months, but he's kept away from both his old partner in crime and the little girl on her heels. Ultear leaves him alone, most of the time ― she knows he would rather be rotting in a cell, paying for his crimes like he should be, so she doesn't insist on roping him in additional activities. ( Not that there's much to know, when you're on the run )

     He doesn't know Meredy well, and she's not that young, but ― she did seem to have a glint of sadness in her eyes tonight, when they sat down for the evening meal ― abstently looking into the campfire, watching the flames devour the bark of the tree logs.

     He wonders if she used to celebrated ― if, maybe, she'd like to.

     It's a stupid idea. A naive one, perhaps. But when the other man's about to turn around, he calls for him ― refuses to meet his eyes, but asks ;

                    "Actually... do you think you could do something for me ?"

     An hour later, Jellal is back at their camp with a leather bag of ornaments. Nothing too fancy, some wooden little decorations that they could burn before leaving ― ( although he'll end up keeping storing them away in his pocket dimension for the next winters to come ).

     Meredy and Ultear have already retreated in their tent for the night ― so he takes his time, goes hunting for a small pine tree ( nothing too big ), which he sets up in the spot where the campfire had burned. Working in pitch darkness is a bit complicated, and he isn't very skilled at decorating ― the tree looks a bit pitiful, frankly ―

                   but in the end, her smile makes it all worth it.

( If he sees Vastia again one day, Jellal promises himself he'll take the time to thank him again. )