Prissy Ice Boys || Gray & Lyon
Gray stared long at Lyon, trying to measure his words. Was he telling the truth? The last time they had seen each other was at Urâs funeral. He could count on two hands how many people showed up, as the woman was a traveler. While meeting people along their journey was inevitable, most would have forgotten them by now. Her death brought true sadness to only three people: her daughter, Lyon, and himself. Once the service had been over, Gray had given Lyonâs shoulder a squeeze and stated he would be right back. The young boy was off to find themselves something to eat, no matter how hard it would be. But when he came back, Lyon was gone. No matter how loud he screamed or how far he searched, his rival and (dare he say it) best friend was missing. Fear overtook his young body as he thought the worst.
It was months later that Fairy Tail found him. They were a gang of misfits, simply enjoying each otherâs company and taking up the odd jobs that surfaced in Magnolia. While Gray still felt the pain of losing his rival and mentor, it was numbed by the rowdy guild. Leaving them was the hardest thing he had to do, but unlike the white-haired sitting in front of him, he at least said goodbye and kept in touch with the bunch. Letters and phone calls could surprisingly offer a lot of closure.
During the long silence, Gray hadnât noticed his own body beginning to shake. He wouldnât admit the sense of relief he felt at hearing Lyonâs words. Even if they werenât true, it still gave Gray a sense of closure. They didnât take away his anger and they didnât gain his forgiveness, but it was a start.
"Promise me that."Â
For the first time since Gray had so unexpectedly entered the room, emotion presented itself within Lyon's expression. Guilt coated his features. He looked down and away, averting Gray's stare. His second disappearance, no matter how hard Lyon tried, could never be fully justified. And, deep down, Lyon knew it had hurt Gray. Despite their constant rivalry and bickering, hurting Gray was something Lyon would rather avoid doing.Â
Simply because, though it may not seem like it to outside eyes, Gray was undoubtedly Lyon's best friend. They grew up together, and even if they were constantly at each other's throats, that meant something. Yes, looking passed the near daily arguments, Gray meant something to Lyon. This was emphasized after Ur's death. It couldn't be clearer, yet for some reason probably based on selfish pride, neither could admit this.Â
Not admitting it didn't mean it wasn't true, though. The few words Gray spoke meant so much more. The silly previous argument was gone, completely replaced with a sense of seriousness. The air felt heavy. There was an ache in Lyon's heart, either originating from guilt or the realization that he'd missed his friend after all this time.Â
Finally, after a few moments of silence, Lyon spoke.
"I promise."Â he mumbled, still not lifting his gaze. Like Gray's words, there were many unspoken feelings behind them. But, in the end, they were honest.Â