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yuè’s   gaze   lowered   to   the   silver   plate,   lingering   upon   the   fruit   as   though   the   gesture   carried   weight   far   beyond   its   simplicity.   then   her   expression   softened,   one   hand   coming   to   rest   lightly   against   the   plate’s   edge.   ❝   then   the   sea   receives   it   with   gratitude,   ❞   she   murmured,   pale   eyes   lifting   to   his.   ❝   and   so   do   i.   ❞

with   that,   she   plucked   a   piece   of   fruit   from   the   plate   and   brought   it   delicately   to   her   lips.   as   she   ate,   her   other   hand   lifted   to   rest   upon   his   head,   bestowing   a   gentle,   affectionate   pat   in   quiet   offering   of   her   thanks.

he's  running  out  of  time,  and  running  out  of  available  people.  ultima's  machinations  are  starting  to  show  in  every  aspect  of  valisthea,  and  it's  almost  certain  that  he's  involved  in  the  realm's  politics.  anything  to  get  his  hands  on  clive,  and  that's  one  thing  that  joshua  will  not  allow  to  happen.  he  does  not  think  that  he  could  reach  dion  in  time,  but  perhaps  he  can  use  someone  else  to  get  information  about  sanbreque.

me @ an undertaker: we need a double grave here

   { @ungreshen. ♕ ━━  *

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ    IN TRUTH, GRAY HAD NO idea what he intended to say nor could he decipher the reason he was standing between Jellal &&. the door. Just moments prior, he was absolutely furious with the other but now, with their time together dwindling to an uncertain close, he found himself desperately CLAWING to draw out their inevitable departure. 

And as the disturbing silence took an unsubtle ease back into the ambiance of things, the entire inner workings of Gray’s chest took resemblance to that of a blizzard raging on. It was COLD; it was painfully freezing surrounding his heart, as though it was somewhat, empty.

            The Ice-Mage emitted a grievous sigh &&. his eyes averted from Jellal’s smoldering ones as he wracked his mind for an explanation. He could feel himself WITHERED beneath the intensity of the other’s stare —– those captivating molten eyes that flickered with emotion against torch-light.

❛ I just… ❜  Gray stammered, his brow beading with sweat.                                        ❛  This isn’t — it.  Fuck, Jellal, you are WRONG. ❜

He doesn’t want it to end at all, but the avalanche of final exchanges has already commenced and now they must bury the HATCHET… A conglomeration of tension &&. unspoken feelings that are now forced to whittle away during this spontaneous exile. Gray knew that this isn’t truly the demise of their encounter but letting Jellal go, now, somehow feels like a far greater tragedy.

❛ I didn’t want it… to end like this. ❜

             The plea felt so ALIEN on his heavy tongue, weighed down in sheer candor &&. the wraith of his pride. It fed the steel in his guts, coiling like dread ——— but Gray didn’t care. And that was when slowly did his cool fingers slithered inbetween the other’s, sinewy digits intertwining with the pallid limbs of the elder male —- the action appearing to be quite… desperate. Then, a clench of teeth, jugular muscles malfunctioned whilst glacier hues ascended to seek those of auburn.

Look at me, Jellal.

As the WARMTH that had been communicated between their frigid appendages ceased, Gray had seized hold of Jellal’s slender wrist abruptly, yet with little pressure. He needed an excuse to keep him behind; whatever that would impel to halt the other in his departure —— be it gestures, words…

Or a linger of two, clumsy hands.

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     ------------ ‘And there goes another day’ was the thought that crossed his mind as he watched the sun disappear beneath the sea. It was but another LOOP of the endless cycle of life --- one step taken that brought him closer to his ultimate GOAL.

          His mouth curled up in a small smile.

     The orange hues of the sky would soon make place to the dark indigo shades of the night; he could already picture the moon settling between a few clouds, shining its bright light upon the citizens of Fiore --- those poor, oblivious people unaware of their incoming demise at his hands --- at his God’s.

                    Erza ------ She who had hair as bright as this sundown... SHE, TOO, would SUCCUMB to  the  D A R K N E S S.                     [ his smile widened, now much less gentle and far more SINISTER. Teeth bared, scary enough for the Tower’s guard in his presence to take a step back. ]

                                              “ Master Jellal--- ”

The Heavenly Body mage whipped around, ( finding amusement in the way the guard’s grip tightened upon his weapon ) and spoke:

“ I shall be resting in my room. Keep an eye on the workers --- report any problem to me. ” Not that there should be any.                                                 “ ---------And do not disturb me. ”

     You could say that his night was spent in a far from usual manner; he’d found himself travelling to his subconcious ------ akin to a fragment of SPACE.

     A quick look was given to his surroundings --- and his gaze fell upon the form of a mirror of his size. A few steps were taken toward the object --- and an eyebrow was arched as he noted that, while his form was reflected in the glass, it wasn’t a copy --- but more like another person. Another him.

*blocks u tbqh*