"--why are you touching my hair?" /// does the color remind him of juvia s oB S

    ( Unkempt, rowdy more so, but it’s past its prime. Gray noted. They were so coral– pale with an iridescence not easily forgotten ; the color of the sea &&. sky. )

          ❝ HUH? Oh, shit… ❞

    Briefly losing himself in a dazed stupor, sudden cognizant drove the Ice-Mage back into the bowels of REALITY, and frosty fingertips hastily recoiled from cherishing the beguiling strands of Jellal’s lengthy hair. There’s a moment between action &&. consequence, eternal and fleeting…

    Gray stilled, the air THICK with ruin &&. shade as a seed of embarrassment wedged into the burrow of his chest. He’d done it again.

          ❝ Fuck, sorry —- ❞