Suppression
Ezra stood under the overpass, there was a mild breeze that gusted through the arch every now and then but other that that, it was rather quiet, albeit the conversation occurring between the azure and scarlet headed mages could be considered silence shattering. Erza's chest ached as she chatted casually with her former childhood friend. Seven years had been longer than a decade for Erza's friend, he had suffered in prison and at one point regained both his bitter and sweet memories. Erza felt lost standing there under that bridge acting like the night on the beach hadn't existed. Or at least that was what they were attempting to do. A random onlooker wouldn't have the slightest clue how powerful the chemistry was between them, but on closer inspection their eyes betrayed longing and need, just as clearly as the faint blush on either mages' cheeks. Erza found herself eyeing Jellal's smooth lips with a passionate lust underlying her even gaze and failed to notice his eyes roaming her curvaceous figure. They continued with their mundane conversation, although neither one gave the pressing dark magic much thought, as their attention was elsewhere... or, rather directed at the other. It took all of Erza's will power not to jump Jellal and pin him against the rough cool brick of the tunnel-like structure and press her lips against hers like it was her only hope of salvation. In a way, it would be... No, she would not act rashly! The conversation drug out a little longer but eventually there was nothing else "safe" to say so with a simple goodbye Erza turned on her heel and began walking away.
"Thank you Erza..." Erza smiled sadly knowing that this may be one of the only relaxed conversations she had had with Jellal since their difficult childhood. She turned and smiled not expecting to see him doing the same, then turned and strode away his eyes on her the whole time.
Erza's heart shattered when Milliana uttered those hateful words. She just sat in silence praying the moment would pass soon. The expression she saw before her was indeed not Milliana. It was that of a judgemental soul, who sought to punish and achieve revenge. She bit back her confusion and tears the best she could.
Author Note:
I might make this a two or three shot depending on inspiration. I've had this laying around in the notes on my phone for a while so I'm curious to see what else I can find on there. I might work on some more of my stories because tomorrow might be a sick day for me. I have a sore throat and I'm congested. If I'm not too cranky I'll write tomorrow. Maybe that's the needed inspiration to write for the Fiore Mages... *yawn* Sorry this is kind of short but its more of a drabble than anything.