#spiritedscript

[organanagear]

♡ - @spiritedscript

     it wasn’t exactly a secret that orga wasn’t exactly a brainsy person. where some excelled in the brains department, he found himself excelling more in the brawns department. that wasn’t to say he was stupid--- far from it. he just... didn’t get things on the level someone like the blue haired lass did. one look at the book in her hand hand him confused.

     rufus did the same thing, though--- reading for pleasure. “ ...can’t we just blow it up and call it good ? ” a joke, nothing more and nothing less. was the book to help on later jobs or just for pleasure ? he didn’t really care. “ whatsit about, tiny ? ”

[ryusxnka-moved]

@spiritedscript

                F ate has selected to play wickedly and heartlessly wound the captain’s state of mind with translucent needles, whose tips were flooded with a graphic reminder of a bond’s pledge he’s rigorously failed to perform, this evening  ----  His eyes, humane in definition, are bestowed on a parallel alignment of Levy’s person, a past and noteworthy mage of Magnolia, in the semblance of a youth finding and engaging with an associate they had believed to have been long since forgotten. Lost to wander in the deepest and critical districts of Rukongai. Yet here she was, confounded of who he was beyond his apparent profession and its authoritative signature. -- His heart aches ‘neath it’s frigidity whilst his throat gradually becomes parched. “ You don't recognize me,  do you? “ he dully asks  in a stifled tonality  in spite of knowing the answer. One loud enough for her ears alone to hearken if she’s attentive. 

                    How painful this situation was in all actuality; two people who once upon a time fought together in unifying harmony and understanding were now partially broken. Shattered like brittle glass falling ‘pon an unpropitious surface. Which is to say that he remembers her as a whole in contrast to her whose memories of him have been wholly eradicated. Deleted like a written word assaulted by an eraser unlikely to be avoided. It is an unbearable wretchedness yet he is well aware, always was, in truth, that that is the essential punishment of befriending humans, the living, from the material world. They, in time, wither as deceased candidates and reform anew as virgin souls with no memory of their mortal lives. Hitsugaya’s gaze lowers to the blanket of verdant grass under his feet as he expels a profound breath.

                                                                                           “ Perhaps -----  that is for the best. “

[shinebrightlikealion-archive]

Curiosity killed the cat once again. Eyes peeked over from his drink in hand, peered over at the book she held so tightly to. Though he seemed to far to make out what it actually said, so he prowled a little closer only to find it was a fiction novel by the look of the cover.

     “ What are you reading? Seems        good by your grip on it. ”

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[shcklesofsin-aa]

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[ryusxnka-moved]

                                                                   “ Levy ... !!                                           Levy, Please. Don't leave me, Dammit !!                               Wake up!! We still have to finish that book together !!                         Come on now !! --  Not like this. You can’t go like this !! “ 

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         G ajeel’s decrepit voice, amid heart-shattering lamentations, conducted an insufferable imposition of affliction ‘pon the captain’s shoulders as the man, one who perpetually publicized arrogance and fervor strength, cradled his now passing confrere ‘gainst his person in weighty despair and seldom vulnerability. --  Lids, heavy with strain, have condescended as to entirely clandestine Hitsugaya’s sentimental resistance abbreviating. He was standing adjacent to a bulky boulder, endeavoring desperately to stifle the other’s screams.  Next to him, attended Levy in a form he aspired not to ever bear witness; optics, generally painted by the most illuminating of all vitalities, broaden in absolute disbelief and delicately petite fingers enclosed loosely, crinkling the coal-hued textiles, ‘pon the adolescent Shihakusho’s effortlessly accessible sleeve. She was notably trembling in place ... Startled by the spectacle ‘fore them yet held the knowledge of what had priorly transpired. She had died; drawn oxygen into her living lungs for the last time. Instantly and painlessly. --  Shielding the man that she so unconditionally loved. She swallows the lump lodged in her gullet and liberates her soon to be light of salvation, of deliverance, and advances, gradually with arms pressed ‘gainst her breath hitching chest, towards the emotionally - breaking individual and her fractured blood-stained body. --  As she does so, the militant, who refrains from desisting her, wordlessly observes. 

                          He watches her as her movements cease behind the Iron mage.                  He watches as she hesitantly arches down to align his cheek with her own.           He watches as she benevolently presses her cold lips ‘gainst his tear-stained skin   He watches. He watches. And watches until she issues to the other a whispering Goodbye.

           What she may not know is the plausibility that Gajeel may not have been able to hear her voice, little less been able to feel the traces of her affection that was bequeathed ‘pon his face ... For when one is capable of perceiving a Shinigami, it does not quite imply that they could additionally distinguish ordinary souls. -- Wiping away her tears, they would not refrain from falling alike an overflowing riverside, she returns to the captain’s flank. Directing him, with an inclination of her head, to follow her behind the boulder they utilized as temporary coverage. She then positions herself in a locality she deems appropriate; a field of newly - blossomed flowers. Donned in serenity and wholly accepting of her impromptu destiny. Ready to traverse over to the Soul society she’s learned so much about from the prodigy ‘fore her. The prodigy reflecting uncertainty. A feature contrary to his embittered disposition generated by the actuality that this will be the last time they will be facing one another eye to eye. That her smile will radiate round their environs with an emotion of jubilant familiarity ‘pon seeing him about Mongolia once she crosses ...  He’ll be naught but a fleeting memory. A foreigner of a once connection he’s pitifully allowed to disintegrate ‘neath his omnipresence. 

         “ I’m ready to go, Toshiro. “ she confidently states.  --  How strong she was, he thinks, withdrawing his Zanpaku-to to ultimately commence the ritual of Konso. “ Toshiro ... “ she pronounces his name again, albeit more worriedly, noting the singular tear threatening to fall from his left eye. She knows that he’s been keeping a front this entire time. Not desiring to show her any inkling of weakness. Of unprofessionalism. That deep within his crude exterior and conscientious regime maintained a palpitating heart who exceedingly aches for the well-being of others. Who involuntarily becomes appended to those he considers friends. She reaches a hand to him, coursing her thumb ‘neath his eye to wipe away a tear she’d rather not see. Not on him. “ It’ll be okay. --  This will not be the end. “ her whispers were so pacifying. “ My Friendship with you. With Gajeel and everyone else in Fairy Tail is not over. It’ll just have a new beginning, that’s all. We will meet again. So, please. Don’t look so sad. “ he mechanically tends to her palm with his touch-deprived cheek as she speaks. ---  Briefly nodding a tangible confirmation that he fully understands. Mere instances afterward, the Konso takes place and the surrounding expanse is once again overhauled by Gajeel’s grieving resonance. 

 IT WILL NOT BE THE END FOR US 

                                                BUT A NEW BEGINNING. SO SMILE. 

[tentaiii]

# // spiritedscript

 - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone - Levy-chan - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone - A selfie of the two hanging out at the bar - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone - Strip That Down - Liam Payne (( c; Lucy was being funny )) - my muse’s last text to your muse - [text] Levy-chan, are you done with my book yet? 

[iced-a]

She's just going to randomly lean her head against him and sleep. Shhh. // spiritedscript

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  THE GLOW OF a wholesome fire illuminates their features, and he watched, as the flames’ silhouettes danced over her slumbering expressions. —Ah. Levy’s cheek was urging against the knob of his shoulder, lips slightly parted; brows quivering against a dream…

What a sight.

Even so, Gray was content enough to forestall himself from flinching upon the touch — upon the graze; to allow his comrade drifted off into that BLISSFUL juncture of slumber where one would hope no troubles would penetrate their way through. To allow his shoulder to CUSHION her through the fleeting dreams. It was all too natural. A tired body craved heat &&. contact – so innately, she gravitated towards the closest being she could latch around.

He just happened to be there.

…

( &&. that’s all there is to it, right? )

              GRAY SWIVELED HIS head away, eyes of obsidian cascaded. His nervous hands clenched upon his lap —— squeezing into tight fists as coldness manifested itself in faint wisps of VAPOR that he did not take heed. Instead, he was busy brandishing off the image of her slumbering features out of his chaos-induced mind.

      ❛ …  What kind of idiot… read herself out blue?  ❜  He spoke into the gelid night. Yet the fire itself was pulsating; a garish ember that seemed to churn in rhythm with the flames – struggling to penetrate the mountain’s wintry air. A tin of raw chestnuts sits at their feet, inches before the flame, never quite having made it into the heat. It was COLD and their mission was long.

He reached over to close the book in her lap —— ( &&. their fingertips touched. )

                           … She felt warm.

[shcklesofsin-aa]

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[swampraven]

hey hey- tell everyone what you love about levrik ey?

*INHALES* 

Okay, let me tell you about one of the greatest ships I’ve had the joy of building for a muse. Take, two characters who have literally never interacted in the canon series – all they know about each other is what they hear from other people. Yet, despite that: Levy still takes a chance to at least be friends with this douchebag when he presents her with respect and no reason to fear him (despite everything she’s heard, and everything she knows he’s done as a criminal). And Erik, he’s changed a lot since the beginning of the series and Road Knight shows a whole other side to who he is (including some humanity), since then he’s only gotten “better” in a loose sense of the word. What really keeps Erik around at first is, he’d never made any other friends outside of OS/CS. And her bravery, considering most people would shy away in fear at his name – but not her. Maybe it’s because she’s part of Fairy Tail and they’re all crazy (according to Erik), but he won’t complain. She’s proven herself to him over and over that he can trust her, and trust isn’t something he gives out easily. Moving beyond friendship was something he really didn’t expect though, but he won’t complain. He looks at her as, his one and only. He doesn’t believe there’d be anyone else in the world who could treat him the way she does, and he cherishes that. 

I love, lovelovelovleovleoldjfelkh kfdsladsko soooooo much how much respect they have for each other as well, no matter how much some things might hurt. He all but hates her guild, and how because of them he was put in chains for a second time, but he looks past that for her sake because they’re her family. She knows he’s a wanderer, and hard to really tie down, but still hears him out every time he comes back. Erik would do anything for her. Even though he knows she’d never ask him to, Erik would go as far as to kill for her. And Erik knows she’d vouch for him, and fight for his freedom with him. 

Theirs is a relationship build heavily on respect and trust, so strong now it couldn’t be broken by anyone but each other. And I love it. 

@spiritedscript // @mirascontrolcore

[pyrebcrn]

                      The pulsing thump of his heart hadn’t faltered, lips stayed apart while the mind had begun to weaving, stalling the agony which had located in his chest, tweaking his agitated fear to grow bolder, & even more dangerous to the dare. She hadn’t said a word, neither ask him to stay.

Remember the days we spent together Give anything to have them forever

                   If he just could return, go back to the days when they were laughing together, enjoying the warmth when she laughed at his silly jokes, the filling in the chest which spread when she smiled, or gave him a connect with those beautiful amber gems to her eyes. Or the way they lighten up when he asked about a book & she told him all he needed to know. 

And all the things we used to laugh at I Wish I could bring it back

                            If only the guild was still existing, if he could turn back the time, pick a different path, save the best friend of his team mate, his feline & the rest of the guild mates, from the tragic nightmare .. he couldn’t ever woke up from. —— If only ...

Wish I could take it back

                           Maybe then, she would be more happier ... ? Her mirth in the eyes would still remain, & not that empty glance he could catch when she was unconciously dreaming herself away ...

『 @spiritedscript  』

[i-ced]

    TAG DUMP 04  – BONDS.

[diablescharmants]

     “Finally?” Freed’s lips curved into a chuckle. Oh if Levy knew just how many more things there were he would be willing and wanting to do, if she let him and approved of it herself. It was adorable how only touching her (absolutely wonderful) rear brought this bright flush to her cheeks and he casually wrapped one arm around her when he felt her leaning against his side.

      Having her so close, no matter in what way, always felt precious to him. Though that wouldn’t save his girlfriend from the tease. “So you’ve been waiting for me to do it? Is there anything else I should know of, because I’m fairly certain that the chance that I’ll be willing to play into your hands is quite high.”

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