#and i cry bc laxus will never truly accept himself for all that he has done :')

[xfulmen]

“ whoa, laxus, yer sure a lot different then back then, huh ? “ natsu taps his cheeks in idle thought, before his hands slam down against the table. “ tch, well, fairy tail’s better with ya around. yer family. “

(  @ignicity  )

          ABSENT-MINDEDNESS WAS ABRUPTLY INTERRUPTED, upon having the fire dragon slayer’s presence around him. Truly, one that cannot be missed, for miscellaneous and overt reasons. Yet, canvas was painted with A BOLT FROM THE BLUE; the words the reverberated cranial walls were the causation. An illustration of identical pigments of fire opal were wide open for a brief moment, as liquid substance molded into a single drop had just surfaced upon virile facade, eventually strolling down the rest of his face. Customary unamusement has EVAPORATED like smoke from a cigar. Respiratory lungs almost betrayed the common act of breathing for a second, before returning back to a STEADY pattern. After all, the ineluctability of it stood there. Words had taken the shape of realization, providing the sentiment of ALEVIATION in his most susceptible flexor. 

          There was ACKNOWLEDGEMENT from Natsu’s behalf, unmistakably. An undeviating way, accompanied with accustomed jovialness. Direct, almost laconic --- LIEU of being roundabout. ( Some things never change ) And consequently, such statement had made its IMPACT, knowing that it came from a place out of genuineness. From a place of the heart. And NO ONE knows the significance that these words have; the importance of them. The ultimate EVALUATION, towards someone who thrives for redemption. Laxus has accomplished enough as a demonstration of his changed personality, but there’s still those contemplations, and past scenarios appearing in his mind that would DISALLOW him from thinking otherwise; they would FORBID him from considering himself a better human being. They were bestowed in his way like OBSTACLES, and it was up to him to surpass them and MOVE FORWARD. A tough task. But giving up wasn’t an option, and never will be. And the current circumstance was the OUTCOME of it. The perfect screenplay orchestrated.

                    ❛ Huh, you think so? ❜

          In the end, characteristics upon his face altered --- softened, if more so. A RARITY was graced in this world, inasmuch as any sentiments of this nature were habitually disregarded. This time he UNVEILED otherwise. He is a human being after all, thus making this insescapable. And to enhance the entirety of his portrait, subtle lips took the formation of an UPWARD CURVE, ( a gentle one, mind you! ) revealing SCARCENESS at excellence. And the scenery wouldn’t be complete sans a deep voice providing companionship, offering continuance.

                    ❛ --- Didn’t really expect this out of the blue, but --- 

                                               thanks, kid. ❜