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Levy had been sitting at the bar with Lucy, discussing whether or not the main couple in the story they were both reading should be considered ‘toxic’ or not. The smaller mage was trying to defend them, stating that although their relationship looked very unhealthy from a modern view, the story took place many centuries in the past, when standards for love was completely different from what it was today. She was listening to her friend’s side of the exchange when her mocha-colored eyes locked on to an out-of-place shape in the midst of their beloved guild.
The wizard stuck out like a sore thumb. While the guild burst with color and life, the guest was silent and reserved. It was like they were a living, breathing shadow, a spot of darkness trying to be as discreet as possible. She supposed that was appropriate, considering what kind of magic they had. As she lived and breathed, if it wasn’t Rogue Cheney! They had somehow managed to come into Fairy Tail without anyone noticing. Was this a regular thing? Did they do this often? How come Levy had never noticed? They really did move like a living shadow!
Levy excused herself from her friendly debate before heading over to the shadow dragon-slayer. There was only one reason Rogue would willingly come to her guild, and unfortunately, that reason wasn’t present at the moment.
“Rogue! Hey!” she called while waving a hand to get the wizard’s attention. “What brings you here?” she asked, even though she was convinced she already knew the reason.
ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴡʜɪʀʟs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴛᴀɪʟ’s sᴏʟɪᴅ sᴄʀɪᴘᴛ ᴍᴀɢᴇ, ʟᴇᴠʏ. ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ, ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀᴊᴇᴇʟ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ. ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs, ɪᴛ’ᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀ.
ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴅ ʜᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʟᴇᴠʏ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴡᴀʀᴅs, ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ʜᴏsᴛɪʟᴇ. “ᴀʜ, ʟᴇᴠʏ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ...? ɪ ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ɢᴀᴊᴇᴇʟ...ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇɴ ʜɪᴍ?”
