Either I drank too much coffee the other day or my imagination is just not leashed at the moment, but somewhere between 4 and 5 this morning, I drowned in a bunch of drabble ideas—all having to do with the current Crime Sorciere—now that there's five new members and much history to cover in that clique.

So yeah, this story is going to be a bunch of (mostly unrelated) drabbles of events happened after Oracion Seis joined Crime Sorciere. Consider it my version of a spin-off. No set goals or schedules for this, so this will be updated sporadically, sorta in the same style as seven years, the other Crime Sorciere drabble series I have up. Anddddd I want to thank the many tumblr friends (esp boogey56) for being part of that discussion with me to spur me to actually start writing these. Thank you, my dears!

(Also, I know there's seven active members and all, but I don't want to discount the fact that Ultear may actually still be alive. Just wanted to make sure that was clear, because we can't forget Ultear after all that she's done!)

Anyway, I've talked too much. Please enjoy!

We first start with some one-sided Solano x Jellal (Jelano?) because come on, there was no way I was going to ignore that blush when he called her by name. Also it's slowly starting to become my next favorite Jellal-ship.


in a field full of flowers under a sky full of clouds


Sorano would never say a word but she very well knew the reason why her heart fluttered whenever a certain blue-haired heavenly body mage would call her by her real name.

Absentmindedly, she picked off the petals from a white flower that she had found earlier in the grass. She imagined that this would be like how it felt to pluck the feathers from a wing of an angel—with a soft and smooth pop.

She frowned as she came to the last white petal, holding it up to her face.

She always seemed to be picking even-number petaled flowers.

But who was she kidding? He had another scarlet beauty on his mind.

The angel mage tossed the skeleton of the flower off to the side. She let the gentle afternoon breeze wisp the last petal from the tips of her gloved fingers—a wish, perhaps.

What to wish for? She mused. Maybe for him to—

"Sorano," a luscious velvety tenor voice greeted.

Startled, but she knew the melody by heart. "O-oh, hi, J-Jellal!"

He gave her a small smile. "Do you mind if I join you?"

A thick beat of her heart. She glanced around—there was no one here but the two of them.

"Join…m-me?" she asked, pointing at herself.

Her mind was racing. She hated how she was stammering. It was completely unlike her and completely uncharacteristic. She wasn't usually like this. And why was she acting stupid? There was no one around in visible vicinity. Of course, he was asking if he could join her.

Join her.

"Yeah," he confirmed, rather casually.

"Of course!" she said, in a pitch slighter higher than she usually brought herself down to. "I mean—yeah, sure, no one's sitting…"

Her voice crackled to a close as he plopped down right next to her, crushing the grass and some of the white petals that she had thrown to the side during her previous fortune-telling experiment.

"Um—" but then she snapped her mouth shut, watching him recline and lie all the way down, tucking his hands under his head and stretching out his legs, keeping his right knee propped up. A couple of petals flew up from the ground underneath him—one landed on his navy blue hair and one landed on top of his left thigh.

"Hm?" he asked, turning his dark chocolate brown eyes in her direction.

"Ah," she gasped when his gaze searched her face for understanding. She motioned to his head, her other hand unconsciously twirling a lock of her white hair. "You have some…stuff on your hair."

"Oh," he said, continuing their one-syllabled conversation. His head tilted upwards and seeing the small petal resting on his shaggy bangs. She watched his slim lips kiss the air, blowing a puff of his warm sweet breath to lift the petal off his hair.

Her eyes followed the delicate thing float off into the spring gale. She imagined it was a small angel making its way up to heaven, drafted up by the heavenly body mage's light exhale.

Sorano looked back down briefly at her guildmate, heart skipping when she realized that he too had been following the white petal drift off in the spring wind. After a moment, the hazelnut orbs turned back to the blue sky, but she tore her eyes away, staring down at the grass, embarrassed.

She let the calm silence replace their conversation, sitting comfortably in the tranquility.

Every now and then, she would glance over at the blue-haired mage resting in the grass, a single white petal resting on his body, his eyes cast to the sky, the white clouds reflecting off his irises.

She couldn't help but notice how well-matched they were in that moment—shades of dark-blue-and-angel-white lying in the sea of grass like they were pieces of sky that had fallen out of the heavens.

But of course, she'd stop her imagination right there, when she would feel herself blush scarlet.

Even her cheeks knew her limits.


So whatcha think of Jelano? Honestly sounds like a dessert to mehope you thought this piece just as sweet!

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