【 ❆ 𝕁𝕌𝕍𝕀𝔸… 】ʳᵉᵍᵉᶰ⁻ᶠʳᵃᵘ

          Of course, that had been just another daydream. A part hiden deep down in her mind already knew this, yet there was no harm. Sadness or shame did not come close to the pale features; like happens when someone misunderstands a gesture. No. Countenance were filled by an expression of joy. The corner of rosy lips lifted into a tender smile; a warm expression that assured the deepest & true feelings. His gesture made her HAPPY, regardless of the reason behind it.

          ❝ Juvia doesn’t mind, Gray-sama. ❞ Her voice was soft, the smile still illuminating the countenance. Regardless of origin, he gave the flowers to her instead of simply discarding it. ❝ — Actually …. Juvia is really happy because Gray-sama decided to give it to her … ❞

     Why can’t I– ever be honest ?

          ❝ I guess, yeah… I jus’ thought ye could
            find some use of sappy things like this. ❞

    Was it necessary to fabricate a predictable story like that ?

    IT WASN’T, after all, like him to partake on an enterprise
    that  involves  proffering others with a delicate ITEM ; such
    gesture is a potent contrary to his rigid persona. 

    but she’s ———  HAPPY, regardless. 

    ( &&. inwardly, his icy heart chips just a little more. )

         ❝…❞

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    GRAY DECIDES  to dip his cold digits into the bouquet.
    He selects a SINGLE floret from the ivory collection before
    extracting  it  outwards  &&. nestles  its  frail  stem around
    Juvia’s dainty ear.         

     A smattering of white  PETALS  against the curls of her
     coral-colored hair.

               ❝ Y’er like… a spring rain, Juvia. ❞

    Summer fades &&. autumn FALLS, winter draws them home.
     but spring ——— spring is sweet, warm like no others…

     Spring is Juvia.