【 𝓦𝖔𝖑𝖋. 】

𝓘f it's my family on the - ✄ - - - ᒪIᑎᕮ - - ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I'll be as dark and 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝑘 as 〈VILLAIN | 悪役〉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀...as I need to in order to protect 'em. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ━ - ━ ∙ • • ∙ ━ - ━ ⠀ 《 𝓕ᴀɪʀʏ 𝓣ᴀɪʟ ʀᴘ 》 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

グレイ・フルバスタ

selective &&. private ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ EST. august 21st, 2017. ⠀⠀⊰ 🇼🇷🇮🇹🇹🇪🇳 🇧🇾 🇲🇪🇷🇺 ⊱ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❆。 ゚
D.

【 ❆ 𝔻𝕆ℝ𝕂ℕ𝔼𝔼𝕃 。】ᵈᵒʳᵃᵍᵘᶰᶤʳˣ

@i-ced | Continued from [x]

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Pride dictated that there was no way in hell he was EVER going to admit to being caught off guard in that precise moment. Knocking the marker from him was par for the course, but the sudden change in position had the Dragonslayer far more stunned than he’d ever admit. 

The hell was Gray thinking, pinning him down like this? No way in HELL was that going to stay for long! Just for a few seconds, however, he stared into the frigid eyes of the Ice Mage, aware of how the pen had been brandished at his throat. 

       “Oi, Gray, get yer’ butt off’a me!”

Don’t play with Ice? As if! Everyone knew the line was ‘don’t play with fire!’ Which he proved by allowing his entire body to light up in the bright flames, thrusting his hips up to unbalance Gray and topple the other over, wasting no time in reaching for the back pen to take it from the other. 

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        “Ice ain’t ever goin’ t’beat MY fire, ice princess, but screw th’marker, how ‘bout I just mark ya’ up with my fist?!”

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█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ Impromptu flame seared an icy musculature; it evoked a fleeting groan to erupt from Gray’s parched throat when the contours of his torso are assaulted– sending him tumbling backward as he endured a transient spell of disorientation. 

Grimacing, the afflicted Ice-Mage scrambled to retain his composure and strived to appear unfazed from the dragon’s slayer unforeseen incursion. A sturdy arm protruded outward to abduct a nearby chair, Gray warily equipping himself with the weapon before he lobbed the heavy object at his irksome opponent’s direction.

       ❝ Cool th’ hell down, asshole! That almost fuckin’ burns. ❞

Jaw clenched as teeth bared. Distaste carved into Gray’s vacant expression, visibly contorting his previous frigid facade. His nerve is presently grated by Natsu’s every word; their tumultuous ruckus becoming increasingly complicated as their dispute intensifies. Currently, though, the ice fairy only yearns to expel that snobbish grin right from the visage of his flaming enemy. 

Once and for all.

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        ❝ You wanna take this outside, Volcano-breath?! ❞