【 ❆ 𝕃𝕐𝕆ℕ。】ʷᶤᶰᵗᵉʳᵍʳᵃᶜᵉᵈ

@i-ced // STARTER

Fingertips lightly ran across the outer edge of his mug, free hand tapping at the home button on his phone. His eyes gazing at the lit up screen in anticipation following his actions with a sigh. Perhaps it was that it’d been so long since he’d last since his friend that was making him so impatient, maybe as well the fact that he was already late to their meeting place. He was starting to think that the other had gotten lost on his way here, then again it was his first time in the city. The male was about ready to give up on quietly waiting to call the other, that was until he spied a figure quickly duck into the diner. Messy black hair, bag on his back, ruffled up clothes. Probably just who he’d been waiting for this whole time. His body leaned backwards poised against the red cushioning, lips turning into a slight smirk as he called out to the man. 

    “Is that Gray Fullbuster I’m finally seeing with my very own eyes.”

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  THE CITY LAID close clustered – ruddy on the plains, glittering in the air with its flat roofs and domes and square towers. It was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets &&. alleys. There was no tinge of earthy loam to the autumnal air, no fragrance of spring growth or heady warning when rain was due. It was simply URBAN, just like he’d imagined - ubiquitous skyscrapers smudged against a smog-filled horizon. 

                                                Thump..

                                    Thump..

    His oculars were riveted upon the cubical tiles when he seemed to realize that he was finally at his destination, at their RENDEZVOUS. The train has since breached into the metropolis and Gray, with jagged breaths eluding his lungs in fleeting bursts, haphazard raven locks, &&. swollen machismo, is gawking as he negotiated through the threshold of the diner’s door. From the exterior windowpane, he could discern a smattering of white locks among the sea of crowd inside —————-

And that was when he realized, the boy that he once KNEW, now had all of his juvenile cherub replaced by sharp edges &&. chiseled lines. 

    LYON WAS STILL slender despite his years, toned and not at all stooped. Yet, Gray noted, that a bit of softness does remain – right there on his upturned lips ( that same supple dent above; the tender curve to his smile ). He had the same cornflower eyes &&. snow-blessed skin. Gray raised a hand to wave, and Lyon espied him in an instant.

                                                Thump..

                                    Thump..

&&. His chest felt LIGHT, lips loose, eyes feasting -—–

      “ Holy shit. Lyon. “

             Winter always bring them together.
                             —– Or was it because they bore the brunt of fate?

    An accustomed greeting seemed befitting, but Gray was NEARLY disarmed by his friend’s familiar disposition. He quickly garnered his bearings as he approached him– rounding the row of seats, he instead settled next to Lyon. Lips quivering, teeth chattering, too warm &&. filled with light to give a damn. Gray blinked owlishly, grin falling into a dumb smile.  ❝ … Glad t’ see me again after a long period of time, princess? ❞