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"nope!" lucy gleefully answered levy's question, popping the final 'p' in the word. it was true, after all and lucy felt as if she had to reiterate that because maybe, just maybe, natsu will prove her wrong. she certainly hoped so. for this, at least.

lucy found herself laughing as well and with a shake of her head she said, "guys are weird. i guess droy is the exception." then again, droy did have his own weird Guy Moments at times to lucy's memory. at least he knows how to season.

all thoughts of levy's old teammates vanished at the question the other woman posed. at first, lucy got nervous — did levy mean The Book? — but then her mind wandered to the fantasy novel she talked about last time. lucy's eyes sparkled with excitement. "yes!! i was able to finish it not long after we talked about it. oh, levy, it was sooo good! the main character is so smart, even without all the extra meta knowledge she had of the world. and her love interest wasn't boring, though his name was kyle. i always like it when the guy falls first, though. it just makes more sense to me."

Laughing at the mental images brought to her by Lucy’s story, Levy shook her head slightly, fondness curving her lips in a smile. “Typical Natsu…will he ever learn?” Probably not.

She tapped her fingers lightly against her teacup as she added, “Jet does the same thing. Maybe it’s just a guy thing? We went out to dinner the other night, Jet, Droy, and I. There was this spicy dipping sauce that came with the meal, and Droy tried to warn Jet about it, told him to not go too crazy on it, but of course that only made Jet dump the whole lot of it on his plate.”

With a roll of her eyes, she sighed, but her smile was still in place. She waved the topic away with her hand, mind jumping tracks. “Oh, did you finish that book you were telling me about?”

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❝ Looks like you won. ❞ / Lisanna 😏

Our muses are sparring and my muse ends up on top of yours, pinning them down. Send me ❝ Looks like you won. ❞ for my muse’s reaction.

experience was the best teacher according to the old saying. and while that was true in this scenario; it was only somewhat true. physical training was not always lucy's forte, but she was always one to try. trying was something lucy excelled at and always did — no matter what was in front of her she always did her best to solve and succeed. running away was always the last option available.

training with lisanna meant facing someone who was probably going to beat her but it also meant that lucy would get to learn. and she has, so far! she's gotten better at her reflexes in the past year or so and her holds were better thanks to leo so maybe she could actually get lisanna this time.

lucy sidestepped a well aimed kick from lisanna and just like leo taught her, lucy took barely two milliseconds to brace herself before she went for lisanna's open abdomen for a tackle. lucy called out as she did it, a laugh of disbelief as her plan actually worked. it didn't take long before lucy had lisanna pinned, seated upon the hips of her friend. warm brown eyes reflected the rays of the sun as they smiled down at lisanna, who was covered with as much sweat as lucy was. confidence beamed from within the celestial spirit mage.

❝ Looks like you won. ❞

a somewhat smug smile filled lucy's face then. "hehe looks like i did, lisanna." and then lucy full took stock of the situation. it was strange, to suddenly remember how beautiful her friend was. bright, mischievous blue eyes and a smile that was contagious. lucy froze a bit, but just a bit, before her face melted into a more, true smile.

"this mean i'll buy our frozen slushies. only if you're up to it, of course!"

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Pretending to be okay while suffering in silence isn't easy at all.

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“Why does a gesture, a walk stir your blood? What a mystery this is, desire. The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow of the blood.”

— Anaïs Nin | The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. III (via showings)

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@soarcielia

"wow, you know a lot about snake care, wendy!" lucy was genuinely impressed. she hadn't known wendy once had a pet snake. appropriately named snaky. until now, at least. "do you think you might want to get another snake friend?"

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@pluvianguis

you know what was not on lucy's list of things to do that day? be stranded while the train tracks had 'technical issues' in the rain. she thought the rain would only happen during her train time, but having to get off of it well. it was not her plan. and now she was wet. but she was smiling anyway!!! she would NOT let her day be ruined!!!

to her right, she saw someone who, unlike her, was prepared. he probably thought she was stupid. nonetheless she went for a small joke, "nice weather we're having, huh?"

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@fairybond for levy !

"honestly, i told natsu that sometimes hot sauce shouldn't be the ONLY season on fish." lucy sighed towards the end of her story. the catch up times she had with levy were always so refreshing. "he doubled downed and used more than half the bottle and pretended he was okay."

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@fairybond for lisanna

"your place is so cute, lisanna!" lucy looked around. dahlia was honestly such a nice town and lisanna seemed to enjoy the atmosphere of it. and blue pegasus which is all that matters, really. "i love your sense of decor. you really worked hard on rebuilding and it shows!"

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Willy Pogany (American, 1882–1955) - Hand to the Stars

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" you smell nice. " / mary ..... being nice ..... unheard of !

it wasn't that she didn't trust mary. well. actually, that was it. she didn't trust mary. but she didn't want mary to feel too bad about it, especially because she was working on herself! it would be rude if lucy immediately just sniffed herself. but what if she smelled bad and mary was just teasing her?! ugh!!! this was too much to consider. the proper thing to do would be to just accept the compliment. if mary fooled her and lucy smelled horrible well...lucy could just jump into magnolia river to have an excuse to go home or something.

"thank you mary," the celestial mage said with a smile nonetheless. was it stressed? maybe, but her life was stressful with or without mary's cryptic comments. "i use these vanilla-jasmine scented bath bombs. they're really nice and great moisturizers, too. i can show you where i got them, if you'd like?"

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WHAT TYPE OF VILLAIN ARE YOU?

Sportsmanlike

You may be a villain with selfish goals, but you recognize that there are rules to this back and forth between heroes and villains. You have honor. Morals. Some may call you old fashioned, but there's tradition to this whole evil business and you'll be damned if you let yourself break it. You offer hospitality to the heroes when you recognize you must, even when it gets in the way of your plans. You play dirty only when absolutely necessary. You honor your word and if you lose, it is with grace and dignity. You consider yourself classy, respectable, and while you realize you may be evil, you're not gonna let that make you an asshole.

tagged by: @pluvianguis <3 tagging: @coruscatiio (layla), @curiositydriven, @anguisia & whoever else wants too!

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the huge benefit of talking to jason, always, was the fact that he listened. he always did! and he was a solver, a bit like lucy herself, so she wasn't surprised at the follow up question. in fact, they made her smile, thinking back to the blessed times she was allowed to shadow him and learn from him. honesty, it has helped her with jobs so far, being able to know how to ask the right questions.

however! asking the right questions? was in itself something of a double edged sword. lucy bit her lip — a nervous habit she allowed when she was alone — in order to hold back the sigh. it wasn't directed at jason, per se, just. the question. because how to explain?

"well....you know me, i worry a lot." not a lie, but not the entire truth. "i don't know if it's ... big at all, you know?" she didn't want to bother jason with all her worries, especially not at three in the morning. "i guess life after the war can be both....overwhelming and not at all." there was one thing that was in fact sending lucy to bed late. "i finished the first draft of my book....maybe that's it?"

The muffled sounds of movement came through the line, making him once again wish that he had checked the time before calling her. He winced slightly at the sharp sound that came next (not quite as muffled as the earlier ones had been unfortunately), yet he smiled. He’d seen her clumsy side a few times during their time working together, it was rather endearing.

As he listened to her recount her dream, he pulled a notebook across his desk and flipped it to a blank page, beginning to scribble idly. Smiling at her reassurance, he hummed and contemplated the various meanings of her dream. “Y’know, maybe you being mini – or cute Plue being gigantic – means you’re feeling overwhelmed by something in your life right now?”

He'd read a few books on the study of dreams a while back, it’d always interested him. A slight frown settled as he asked, “Anything you big you wanna talk about, Lucy? Are you worried about something?”

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A ghost was the sign of an unacknowledged horror. It indicated a gap opened by trauma, an event that because it had not been assimilated must be perpetually relived. There were no words, so there was a haunting.

Kate Summerscale, from 'The Haunting of Alma Fielding'