thoughts: I was inspired. By shortshort drabbles and that one chapter in FT (you'd know it).
NaLu is dangerous for my health, I swear. I don't even know if this drabble makes any sense; I kind of just went with it. But I tried something new. Ish.
And yes, I do love Nujabes.
pairing: Natsu & Lucy
disclaimer: Yup.


peaceland

Pandemonium.

He pulls her along by her hand, by her wrist, by her arm. And she doesn't resist because it would be quite pointless to. Heart pounding, legs aching, she fears a little for what is ahead, who is ahead. She fears his hand slipping, sweaty palms, finger tips gripping hard but letting go. She fears her skinny legs breaking down, tumbling to the cold ground hard, the world crushing her slowly, painfully slowly.

She can't breathe.

Her feet shift dangerously near the edge of the prison in the sky, and all she can see is a swirl of blues and whites. There is no ground to be seen, no warmth to feel, nothing but a chilling whisper as the land calls her name.

And so she jumps.

Wind whipping her golden hair, she closes her eyes because she doesn't want to see the world fly past her. And as she falls she wonders if she will leave a stain on the world when she arrives at the end of her ride.

She can't breathe.

But still, she chokes out his name, and this brings stinging, hot tears. She convinces herself that it's the wind burning her eyes. The end is near. Red always looked rather stunning on her. That's what he tells her.

She thinks to herself, what shade will she paint with? Mahogany? Vermilion?

She decides to dye the world a deep sanguine.

Her lips crack into a bittersweet smile because she can't help but think of him, of his beautiful euphoric smile, of his reassuring touch. His coral hair would go well with her choice of color. The violent air contricts her chest as she soars, lips dry, jaw clenching.

She can't breathe.

But he catches her. He always catches her. Because he is Natsu, and that's just what he does. And his strong, safe arms engulf her, hold her, and she feels his searing lips on her tear-stained cheeks, burying themselves deep in her windswept saffron hair.

And although his forceful embrace inhibits her ability to properly inhale, she takes in his scent, his endless warmth, his whole being. She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry so she does both, clinging to him, feeling him. As they hold each other for dear life, the world is spinning, and she fears a little about many things, but she let's it all go.

For the first time in a long while, Lucy can breathe easy.


ending notes: Please take a few moments to give me some feedback. I've never written drama before.