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Whimsical yearnings from withdrawn nostalgia, suddenly sprung forth with intensity. Quizzical features emerged into visibility; embarrassment slicing through incredulity as as unwonted radiance hastily embellished his visage. Pinkish tints enhanced contrasting ivory flesh, as centered nostrils would flare uncontrollably. A kiss to be presented to Erza; companion since childhood. Albeit imagery skimming borders of relevant predicaments, arose during adolescence, a pursuit never met contemplation, not even for a mere moment. Chasing something so frivolous and incomprehensible is imprisoned in unattainable depths, much to his own internal obstacles effect.
Cogitation maintained silence, as opposed to the entirely opposite habitual tendency, of thoughtless calamity, or nonchalance utterance. Truly a rare sight to behold, notwithstanding their apparent closeness and comradeship. Trust within his infamous teammate is unquestionable, however, aside from being enthralled in missions, ambiances fear from straying elsewhere, instead continuing the usual permeation of casual lounging. Introverted barriers prevent unforthcoming thoughts to become vocalized; therefore, atmospheres are consistently preferable. No tension or hostility. Well, with the exception of Fairy Tail’s notorious chaos transpiring infrequently.
Now, envisaging over her unforeseen proposal, oculars scrutinized over the female standing before him. Inspecting her keen ability to retain absolute composure whilst within unusual situations, a somewhat rush of envy struck him, only to be disregarded moments afterwards to prioritize to foreboding fate approaching the duo. Affection, a kiss; one bearing thoughts too deep to become spoken, so ultimately, become conveyed throughout this presumably conventional method. Despite his shameless disinterest in kissing, no loophole to dismiss this predicament was noted. Thus, his designated target became locked on as eyes narrowed on their current objective.
”Y-You better not go freakin’ out after we’re done with this! After all, you k-kinda started this,” he spoke, attempting to grasp hold of a dauntless tone, but failed miserably since distinct stuttering was likely perceived, due to Erza’s rather sherp skills of perception and overall observation. Concluding that the inevitable was hastily drawing nearer, his pinkish blush deepened to red extents; appearing to hold a distinguishable resemblance in colouring to Erza’s own crimson locks. Briefly noting their length and radiance, he deliberately refrain from becoming enthralled by it’s noticeable appeal, as he’s done countless timer prior to this bothersome interaction.
Without further delay, Gray’s gumption immediately began undergoing a metamorphosis into courage; daring him to embrace her supposed challenge of intimacy. Adrenaline spurring him onward, coursing throughout his veins, as his heartbeat raced rapidly, apprehensive concerns were wiped away and shadowed deep beneath expectancy. Thus, the surprisingly fully clothed Ice-Mage initialized his pursuit. A stern visage transpired as ocular became wide, so they could fully lock with those bewitching ones entrancing him further each passing moment. Glimpsing over her form shrouded in armor, Gray momentarily grazed maxilla against his lower lip, and then inched himself closer without leisure. Placing one hand underneath her chin, and then one atop her head, he reluctantly raised it and allowed wintry lips to land upon the bridge of her nose. Aligned in the center, his lips slightly puckered forth, as the hand overhead of her being began swiftly coursing throughout her extensive strands of crimson; interlocking with the fleecy locks, and thoughtlessly encompassing them within his frigid grasp.
Suddenly, eyes began fluttering rapidly as nostalgia plagued him. A flashback of his unorthodox childhood; one which consistently had similar situations to this becoming envisioned, and yearned for. Gone overlooked, petite satisfaction resided from within, as a tender warmth began interspersing with his internal chill. Fluttering coming to a cease, tiers evoked an impromptu smirk as the Ice-Mage slowly broke the contact between himself and Erza. Removing his lips from her bridge, Gray briefly trailed his tongue over the surface and subconsciously coated a layer of transparent fluid. Afterwards, his hand would depart from her chin. However, the other hand appeared to tangled within her hair; thus, an awkward ambiance crushed the moment, as Gray began to nervously wiggle his arm, while staring at her with a perplexing look.