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“It’s not me you need to look at like that.”
❛ Then who? ❜
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( @freedthedark )
❛ Oh? Is that a challenge? ❜
THE SCARCENESS OF THE CIRCUMSTANCE stood on a high scale. To have none other but Freed Justine proposing a swordsmanship challenge struck her like a bolt from the blue; yet, it was welcoming. Refusal was out of question. Besides, she couldn’t recall the last time she faced the leader of the Raijinshuu in a match of this caliber. Talk about graced with rarity. Therefore, lips would take an oblique curvature unveiling a sufficient amount of confidence and even braggadocio. Of course, acceptance was obvious and about to be vocalized.
❛ Very well. I would gladly accept. After all, I am very curious to see your exceptional skills. So,
you’d better give me your best shot. ❜
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( @shinebrightlikealion )
❛ Your presence in the Guild isn’t as frequent as it used to be. Yet, understandably so. ❜
SUBTLE LIPS TOOK A FORMATION OF A CURVE POINTING UPWARDS, the moment a set of words were vocalized. Her attention was set on her fellow comrade with an amount of inquisitiveness. But alas, she shall keep such sentiment at bay --- or at least, at minimum.
❛ Here on your own will, I assume? ❜
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( @clavesstella )
❛ --- It’s been a while. ❜
SHE OFFERED A LOOK OF SCRUTINY, without altering the aleviation and merriment upon gallant facade. De facto, it has been a while --- and despite golden locks reminiscing of a silky certain seemed longer than the knight would recall, the celestial mage still appeared to be exactly as she remembered her, before Fairy Tail’s disbandment. Henceforth, such encounter was like a gift graced on her way.
❛ How is life treating you? What have you been up to? ❜
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( @firefaiiry )
VALOR INCARNATED STOOD LIKE AN UNIMPEDED OBSTACLE in a distance from the dragon slayer. The weaponry surrounding her existence had evaporated like smoke of a cigar, indicating the end of a sparring match between the two significantly powerful mages. And it was only a matter of time to solidify of such in a more vocal way, as she would allow muscular arms to take a folded formation underneath her armored sternum.
❛ I think that’s enough for today. ❜
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also, here’s a starter call ?? since i want to try and be more active. / cap 10.
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Jellal: And how many pieces of cake have you had today?
Erza: None.
Jellal: …
Erza: Ok, five… or more… Baker’s dozen at most.
Jellal: Do you even know how many are in a baker’s dozen?
Erza: By my count?
Erza: Forty-eight.
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“That looks infected.”
( @venomoustigress )
❛ Shit — you think so? ❜
IT WASN’T FREQUENT for the valorous knight to showcase the usage of foul language, but such matter held little importance. Lineaments upon mettlesome mien wrinkled due to the physical pain occupying her left arm. And the sight of it wasn’t pleasant either; peculiar shades of mauve and blue were engulfing her forearm, reminiscing of a bruise. A sizeable one, she would tacitly and even loudly admit. And that was the consequence of her misjudgement placed on her foe; and now she is facing the crucial outcome of her error. Query whether this was, de facto, infected or not --- remained unbeknown for the gallantry personified. But it wouldn’t come to a surprise if this is truly the case, either.
Furthermore, to deteriorate the circumstance, she was accompanied with someone that she wasn’t in the greatest terms with. Neutral at finest, but respect and acknowledgement of one’s meritoriousness stood there. Minerva Orland wasn’t someone to belittle. Albeit the fairy despises feeling dependent towards somebody, she was left with not many options to choose from. Not to mention the exposure of a vulnerability; she wasn’t perfect, nor she thrived to demonstrate such view. Merely; the thought of her being in a condition like this doesn’t sit well with her, inasmuch as this would affect the result of the quest she was tasked to accomplish.
❛ So --- do you have any suggestions on what this could be? ❜
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here she is, offering you a homemade cake that she made --- an atrociously looking one, as if someone had just dragged it from a pile of trash. however, she's very proud of it, therefore proceed with caution.
★ | * ⋆ - - - - INBOX. ⌠ @santascarlet ! ⌡
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Frankly, he’s never seen a cake look so pitiful in his almost three decades of life. Yet she seems to take a lot of pride in her work — and he fears seeing such a bright smile leave her features more than any kind of physical violence he knows her capable to inflict upon him.It might have been years since the shackles and the pain, since the tower and the promise of heaven — yet for her, he still has a soft spot.
——— and so Jellal Fernandes desesperatly tries to keep a NEUTRAL EXPRESSION at the sight of the pastry ( if it can even be called as such ).
( he really is. ) ↴ “Erza — I, uh, I’m… speechless ! You shouldn’t have.” ( she really shouldn’t. )
——— NEEDLESS TO SAY, HE FAILS SPECTACULARLY. The smile he flashes her shows an awkward discomfort he hasn’t succeeded in hiding.
His gaze falls onto the cake again. From the looks of it, he’s pretty sure that its taste is questionnable as well. Yet against all odds, his smile softens — and becomes more genuine.
Why? Because he can picture her in Fairy Hills’ kitchen, clothed of an apron and a chef’s hat, dutifully attempting to decorate a messy cake with icing of a questionnable texture. He can picture her focus, her tongue sticking out, her determined gaze and her glee as she faced the end result she somehow found satisfying. The vision warms his heart, and Jellal finds in him thankfulness — perhaps not for the gift itself, but for the efforts she clearly put into it.
He wants to reach out and embrace her, but he hesitates and resolves himself to simply taking the plate from her hands.
“…Thank you. I appreciate the thought immensely.”
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