█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  ANOTHER IMPROMPTU attack of closeness managed to subdue him.

    Or rather. Gray hadn’t detected a malicious presence in the surrounding area, so, needless to say, being  ❛ attacked ❜  like this sure as hell took him off-guard. His COLD digits, locked against his side by the cordial hold she had on his arm, glided over before meeting her skin. He didn’t hold her hand, but allowed the back of his bruised knuckles to graze over her ivory flesh. &&. his unruly heartbeat began to calm.

                   Sometimes he wonders what Juvia sees in HIM.

    Gray is cold, hurt, &&. storm. He is fleeting, distant, and as temporary as the simper on his icy lips. Yet, no matter how many times he managed to screw, screwed up– her smiling face was always there with each & every mishap. Bringing forth ENCOURAGMENT, and always making room for approval.

    While he is bruised knuckles, swollen wrist, raw fingertips–
   She’s like a warm on a cold day.

                  ❝ … Whatever. ❞

    THE BRILLIANCE of the sun illuminated the city, enhancing its already evident appeal. A floral aroma was carried throughout the streets of Magnolia, indicating the premature of SPRING. The day wasn’t going to miraculously fade away; they still had the whole duration of daylight. 

    At least, it wasn’t dreary to hang out with her, seeing how happy she was.*

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