A/u: Sooooooooooo im trying out a new ship, for me that it hehe, my first, Laxus x Cana, I may throw in some drama and add lucy and bixslow in here, but this is a sneak peak f my story and review what you think
A Warrior's Kiss
Part 1: Victory's Not always so sweet.
A cold breeze swept through the room , gliding along tawny flesh with an unspoken grace. Whispering sweet lies and lullaby's, as it brushes across unsuspecting ears. And placing wispy kisses upon tired lips. Rustling Laxus's Golden locks as he slumbered, long lashes cast long shadows over sharp, high cheek bones and chiseled features.
" Should i wake him?" a feminine voice, cut through the icy silence of the room, as she spoke to the shadowed figure next to her.
" Why do we need arouse him ? tis not yet day break. leave him, he's of no use anyway." a gruff voice answers her earlier question.
" yes sir." she spoke softly , turning heel, her dress fluttering as she turned to leave, following the taller figure through the door way. The load sound of wood scrapping along the floor, split through the eerily silence that hung in the room, the noise still reverberating against the walls.
Stormy blue eyes , stared at the empty space where the two people had once stood, his eyes piercing and cold , his mouth set into a firm line. Sun bleached hair, mixed with golden locks, fell in short waves upon his head, curling at the tips of his ears. ' another sleepless night, How can one sleep when those so called allies plan thy demise behind my back.' tattered sheets pooled at his waist as he sat up. his eyes sliding shut , allowing memories to attack him.
He thought of the reason he was in this filthy cell. oh yes, because when he tried to tell them that their was a traitor amongst them, they took retribution against him. no one believed him, They simply accused him of being spoiled and disregarded his pain, even took pleasure in his pain. No matter what he did he was looked down upon with scorn and disdain in their eye's. He remembered the way his father used to lash out at him, the brutal sting of his palm, the harshness of his words, and the hate in his eye's.
For as long as he could remember, he'd been under looked, or overlooked by others.
Forcing his muscles to move, despite the soreness of him punishment from his so called ' pissworthy words,' And stood, ignoring the bruising on the bottom's of his feet and back, as he dressed him self in his chiton. Reaching over he grabbed his chlamys and made his way towards the heavy wooden, door. He shouldn't be leaving his room unattended, but he was still required to train. What utter bullshit, you win them a war, and what do you get? Not jack shit that's what.