❄️ ; from @sinshckled ( they’re probably bickering 8D )
send ❄️ for our muses to be caught indoors due to a snowstorm. [ @sinshckled ]
‘ just how stupid are you ? what high grade level of idiot do you fall under, jellal ? hm ?! ’
lyon’s eyes were wild and the way his lithe, frost-bitten fingers were frantically tugging at his ivory locks, his hair was no longer tame either. the ice mage’s chest was all but heaving as he glared at the other – they were all trademark signs of anger, of frustration, someone truly seething with rage, but that wasn’t what lyon felt. the lucky few that knew him so well would know that lyon wasn’t angry, not at all. he was scared. everything he was saying, how he was acting was all out of fear. it was the horrible kind of blind panic that made lyon feel burning hot with adrenaline, despite the bitter storm outside.
the bitter storm which he’d found jellal in. luckily so. the streets of their town were empty for a reason, this time of years was notorious for wild weather and the river only seemed to make the wind bitterer and everything more … miserable. lyon had resigned himself to the fact that he was trapped in the guild hall until this particular blizzard had passed, not that he’d minded, there were enough things to do here. honestly, it must have been some divine intervention that kept him here and spot jellal on the streets outside.
maybe he was overreacting … maybe the weather wasn’t bad enough to kill jellal. but the cold scared lyon, at least enough that he knew to respect it. he’d seen storms growing up, he’d battled ice many a times. ur had taught him the strength and unforgiving ways of the cold.
he takes a few deep breathes and slowly his body relaxes. unwinds from the initial panic.
‘ sorry. ’ he croaks out, embarrassed now about his earlier outburst and frantic ways. slowly, he reaches out a hand to lightly breeze over the sleeve of jellal’s cloak — freezing and wet, of course it is. ‘ that needs to come off. ’ he tells him —- orders him, really.
‘ come on, there’s a fire in the library. ’ lyon almost didn’t recognise himself. sure, he knew jellal and he knew of jellal. but acquaintances would describe them at the best of times. yet, he was so shaken that something of an autopilot had overtaken him and all he could think of now was making sure he and jellal were okay and that they were warm.
they were stuck here for the foreseeable and it would be stupid and counterproductive to be awkwardly stumbling around each other, or worse, hovering around each other in agonising silence.
‘ jellal, please. i’m – ’ he sighs, his earlier panic having worn him down more than he would’ve expected it to, ‘ you scared me. ’
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