#teethbled

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  HOW GRAY WISHES Natsu could see him now: shoulders tensed as steel cords &&. hard eyes usually so grounded in reality hazed over with an effort to procure something that was eluding him — composure. The back of his obsidian crown felt NUMB from the impact, but his mind was blurring with heat… 

For once, Gray did not lob back a rejoinder, but a rather vehement feeling was QUICK to intensify within his chest. Debauchery set aside, had cupids arrow ever pierced through a frozen heart, resting in secluded depths? Gray smoothed his rugged thumb over the token, as heavy in his hands as the weight of butterflies that settled thickly in his gut. He implored the gift as if all the ANSWERS were held in its swirling blue.

                Somehow; even with his rhetoric protection, sarcastic barriers, &&. overall introverted outlook on the act of distancing himself from others —- a certain, wholehearted SENTIMENT was insuppressible. 

Although he’d never dare to advocate any vestiges of his feelings aloud, nor would he words of endearment, Gray cannot help but ponder in the wondering pit of frost, a saying once lend to him by Ultear:

                   “Don’t let time seal your heart in ice.                              Take care of yourself, Gray.”

              &&. That was when he decided to gander back at the dragon of fire — those effectively enchanting emerald hues locking with his own. Within a second, he was lost in them, but instantly snapped out of that temporary trance as his icy lips elicited a wraith of a SMILE. 

              Natsu, like an ethereal light trapped in luminosity. Gray memorized the way golden sun flickered through his thick, honeyed lashes. The way dawn frost planted its seed into the expanse of his chest &&. strong arms that would bound him closer—- tighter; dew collecting in the gorges between his fuchsia brows. A dragon embrace. The last time they were in close PROXIMITY, neither of them wishes to ever let go.

(  God, his laughter could draw sickness from the afflicted, cleanse decay and purge the wicked; a man of a thousand TALES was he. As the years progress &&. both of them continue to grow into themselves, everything seems to be on the mend.

Including their battered hearts. )

              March 14, and Gray immediately knew what day it was. He swiftly drew the blue token to his lips, allowing his gelid tiers to gently leave an imprint of a KISS upon its surface.

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                                Actions spoke more than words could say …

✦ · ¨ ❛ you got it ! ❜

cue eager fist pump &&. sparkling gaze.

✦ · ¨ the library. nestled among dusty tomes, curled up in a corner so as not to be disturbed. research . she had openly referred it to as. though whether it was on her novelist hobbies or not, she didn’t speak of it. simply found herself wandering here day after day when they were without a mission.

        ❛ natsu ... ❜

strategic setting of the title facedown upon her lap.

✦ · ¨ sigh escapes her lips as she watches her hard work this morning ruined at the hands of her comrade. why did she bother making her bed again ?