gone.

【 ❆ 𝕊𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾。】ᵖᵒᶤˢᵒᶰᵒᵘˢˡᶤᵍʰᵗˢˡᵃʸᵉʳ

“Ya mean you haven’t figured it out yet?” For a brief second, his sapphires shone white light behind a facade of sincerity concealing mysterious intentions well planned out ahead. This part of his plan would lead to a series of mysterious events for the Fairy Tail Guild like pawns on a chess board. “That blue marker wasn’t an ordinary one is all I’m saying.” He purposely left out the part that when he touched it with his holy magic, he infused particles in it to light up the message written on Gray’s forehead if he was in direct sunlight, or near anywhere holy. "Ya never know when that ink might show up again like disappearing and reappearing ink.“ He causally waved his hand to the side.

Ya never know when that ink might show up again like disappearing and reappearing ink–

Gray’s face produced features of sole loathing.

Why?

Why the fuck haven’t I pounded his face in yet…?
Why the hell haven’t I pummeled this jackass to oblivion?!

He immediately advanced forth to breach Sting’s vicinity, an aggravated paw snared at the fabric sheltering the dragon slayer’s sternum. The gesture was purely enacted out of the ice fairy’s utmost menace– his unbounded exasperation. There are many things that he will impassively tolerate, but allowing this Sabertooth idiot to utilize his face as a lyrics board is not among them. Gray’s narrowed oculars settled into Sting’s and his crown arched forward, spurred on by that mischievous glint residing in the other’s eyes.