❄ The Ex Reitei

"Don't look back. The past was left behind. Live in the present. No one knows what the future holds."

{Independent RP  for Lyon Vastia of Fairy Tail.  Multi-fandom, multi-ship, OC friendly.}

affectionaterain:

 

“A walk in the park sounds good to Juvia.” Taking note of his previous statements, she would only begin to argue with the other. Thus, leading him to misunderstand her side of the story. Lyon didn’t know Gray as well as Juvia did, and it seemed like the other had no intentions on doing that whatsoever. The blue beauty huffed, rubbing her hands together lightly as they started to freeze a bit. It had gotten a bit colder all of a sudden, though it was the winter time. Juvia should’ve expected this to be of happening.

“Juvia didn’t mean to get upset. Juvia just thinks Lyon-Sama doesn’t know Gray-Sama well enough like Juvia does—. That’s all. Juvia is sorry.” Low and quiet settled voice was heard. She did get passionate about her beloved, and wouldn’t stand for others walking and looking down on him. It just wasn’t right to her.

“That will be perfect Juvia-chan!.”  He said happily. The ice boy was quite happy with Juvia’s company, a cold winter night, that could not be more romantic and perfect for him,  he was pretty excited that ‘something’ could happen that night between them. Those blue eyes could notice that she was having cold, then Lyon took off his coat, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and slowly he put his coat over her back. “Hope that helps…” Letting out a whisper from his lips, his cheeks were red.

For the first time Lyon was acting “normal” with Juvia, he was not having his weird attitudes … at least for now.

Leaving behind his words,  he quickly forgot that, simply he did not want to ruin the moment with his beloved.  “Don’t worry for that Juvia-chan..”  His fingers were brushed his silver hairs as Lyon was smiling. Leg by leg continued walking beside her, Lyon could see far away the big trees of the park,  only took them a couple of minutes to get there.

The boy saw a small bench covered with snow, approaching the bench with his cold hands he cleaned the snow. Lyon sat on the bench,  a big bluff lit up the place, taking a view a great fountain of frozen water, he was silent for a few seconds, he did not know what else to say.