"Don’t sweat it. Ya oughta see how these jokers’re dressed."
"I honestly think what’s important is that you like it anyways. I don’t understand the big fuss. Clothing is clothing after all and it’s keeping you warm, too! Though considering you got it yesterday, it’s already looking pretty worn out…"
"…But I like Gajeel’s sweater. What’s wrong with it?"
Plus this gives her an opportunity to finally wash that tunic of his.
chest game hella weak
but we’re super adorable and that’s what counts~
AND I LOG ON TO TUMBLR
TO SEE EVERYONE PANICKING
WE ARE ALL EQUALS
WE ARE ALL GREY BOXES
THE APOCALYPSE IS UPON US
(i’m 100% sure one of these grey boxes is a dick)
click and find out
"HRGGH… RRRGHHHH… GRAHH…" A loud clang and a cement-shattering thud. "… There."
A freshly hand-bent solid iron “S,” “E,” “R,” and “A.” It’s presumable that the sudden stream of gifts into the cyber-singer’s home simply sparked his competitiveness as much as anything — and biggest is always best, isn’t it? Unfortunately, he seems to have lost interest in mounting them, and leaves them lying in a heap outside her house.
"… Eh, whatever. See ya, Snow White." He gives a flippant wave over his shoulder.
"Gajeel…?" She inquired hesitantly, her voice tinged with the slightest hint of worry. He left her without so much as an explanation, standing alone at her doorstep with more questions than answers.
All in all, Sera couldn’t help but be left in awe at the sudden gift from the Iron Dragon. Before he had left, she noticed a touch of pride shining in his red eyes, as if he had won some sort of contest. She kneeled down in front of the large letters, brushing her delicate fingers against the rough surface.
The shaman beamed softly in genuine delight, finding it endearing that he had gone to the trouble to not only make her gift but to personally deliver it to her door as well. Her features softened as eyes looked over the unique shapes of the “E” and “A”, wondering if that’s how he would have written them on paper. It was surprisingly sweet of him and she knew to be incredibly thankful because he didn’t give presents to just anyone.
Figuring her attempts to budge them from their spot was ultimately futile, she went back inside with a smile on her face. Tomorrow she’d get someone to help her get them in her room where she could properly display them. She was secretly glad her name only had four letters or it would have proved to be even more of a challenge to move them inside.
“ i uh, thought of you when i saw this. it’s really simple and i’m not sure if you like trinkets like these but every princess deserves a little something that shines. ”
"Nina…" Her voice was faint, almost breathless. The hairclip was pretty, small and a bright silver with a butterfly lined with rhinestones at the end. She set the clip on her head carefully, letting enough strands of her hair loose to keep it looking natural. The accessory stood out splendidly, the silver a stark contrast to her dark hair. The shaman lightly brushed her fingers along the clip to make sure it was secure. Grey eyes lit up, a smile spread across her face as she looked to hold the bisharp’s gaze.
"Thank you for thinking of me. It’s beautiful and I’ll make sure to treasure it dearly."
Leaves an anonymous gift. [I’m so s o r r y]
A stranger pressed a slip of paper into her palm, looked into her eyes, and oddly there was a sense of familiarity between them so solid every particle of her being froze like ice. They left before she could say anything to them, disappearing into the shadows as if some part of an illusion. Grey gaze focused on what was in her hand and she recalled a memory she thought she had repressed long ago.
He smiled at her one day as he carefully brushed her bangs from her eyes. Such a simple promise. If she succeeded in speaking to God for ten minutes, he would take her on a boat. An open space- out on something completely exposed where there was nothing but water for miles. But Sera would never get to see how the waves would greet the shore or feel how deep she could bury her toes in the sand…
She clenched her eyes shut, but in vain for the voices just became louder, buzzing like a low drum in her head. The shaman had barely managed two minutes, ten would have certainly killed her. She glanced down, her hands trembling as she struggled to keep the ticket within her grasp. I should get rid of it, she thought, it’s a part of my past. But maybe that’s why she couldn’t let go.
The raven haired girl had never worn heels before and it certainly showed as she struggled to keep from tipping over, arms waving to keep balance. Deciding that it was better to stand still, she began to stare at her feet for several minutes now, admiring the cute design of her new shoes. Fingers clasped in front of her, she met Pucci’s eyes and giggled, "It looks like my feet are wearing tiny tuxedos. I’ll make sure to practice walking in these so I can wear them. Thank you so much!"