❝ …! ❞

              █▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ Juvia’s timbre is rivaled only by the unruly jolt of his heart; the ardent crimson it churned now thrashed wildly in his ears, deafening, almost tribal. It is almost savagery– what the other does to him, the profound effect that the graceful water fairy has over his psyche. And now with her feathery digits taunting along the length of his flesh with such reverence, Gray endured a surge of chill that threatens to purloin his consciousness if he doesn’t get a damn grip————–

And then the ministration was halted.

             As the turbulent world once more eased into a palpable clarity, so too, did his thoughts. Gray expelled out a breath that he doesn’t realize he’d been holding. He blinked his eyes and attempted to fend off the amaranth that previously occupies his cheeks– allowing it to lessen to faint visibility. He then swiveled his skull over a broad shoulder, tilting in an endeavor to capture Juvia in his line of perception. 

❝ …Hey–  ❞

He noticed that her aquatic hues were riveted upon a certain scar– their shared scar– that embellished a good expanse of his torso.

                  ❝ You alright…? ❞

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