Warm, Zervis Week Day 1 fanfiction "Alternate Universe"
...Warm.
I sluggishly try to shrug off the fog of sleep surrounding my thoughts. Where am I?
When was the last time I felt so warm?
With my eyes closed, I try to analyze my sensations. I am tugged underneath a heavy blanket; my head is buried in a thick pillow, and I am steadily drowning in a sea of contentment. I can tell my hair was carefully pushed aside so that it would not be flattened by my admittedly light weight, and I am thankful for it- having such long hair is a hassle every time it is damaged, even if only a little.
I open my eyes.
The ceiling is blue, blue like an early summer morning. It is decorated with circular golden patterns reminding me of the overnight path of stars- but I do not recognize any constellation, for if this was meant as a sky, it is not one I have contemplated.
An entrancing scent reaches my nose, and I can almost feel it swirling over me, leisurely caressing my skin and leaving goosebumps in its trail.
Yes, there is another breath in this room, a presence almost painfully familiar: yours.
"What is this place?"
My throat is dry and my voice is hoarse, but I lay unsurprised as I- yes, I remember now; I refused to eat and drink for months, but it did nothing to end my life.
"You could say it is my room, Mavis."
I turn my head oh-so-slightly in the gentle voice's direction, and you enter my range of vision.
Your ebony hair is messy and disheveled, and so are your clothes, but you do not seem to care. You sit on the edge of the bed; close enough for me to reach out to you, but I don't want to move.
Do you feel the same? In spite of your crumpled appearance, you fit this sumptuous place and its lavish decorations, you are dressed like an emperor- and you are one, from what you said…
I feel out of place all of sudden, dressed in rags barely holding together, hair full of knots, covered in dirt.
"Why are we here, Zeref?"
I don't remember the last time I felt so warm… So at peace… But I do not think it is the blanket. Can I just stay like this?
I want to sleep. I want to drown in this sweet sensation engulfing me and never wake up again. I want to forget, and may only the warmth and your addicting scent remain…
You smile.
It is not the amused smile you gave me when I did or said something funny, nor the congratulating one you showed when I succeeded a spell you taught, no.
It is a smile that makes you feel like the most precious treasure in the world, the smile a parent gives his sleeping child, the smile of the one who treasures you the most in the whole world.
A smile of… love.
"Because I want you to be warm, Mavis."
