It was maybe a good week or two before he returned, as, he urge he had gotten needed to be removed off and preformed elsewhere, but when he did return, with that soft knock upon the door, and the way her eyes lit up as he came within the door. "You came back!" She would cry, jumping up off the bed and taking him into a tight hug, bright smile upon her face. "I was scared you wouldn't!"
Smiling he would hand her the flower, a single red rose, watching as her eyes lit up once more, inhaling the flower deep. "I said I would, didn't I?" He would reply to her, giving her that charming smile, as her hand hooked into his and tugged him backwards with her, towards the bed, to sit down upon and converse. His hand cupping her face as he moved over top of her, placing soft kisses down her pale skin. "…Do you know where the wild roses grow?" He would mutter, close to her ear, giving the lobe a slight nibble with his teeth, which caused her to gasp and then giggle. "So sweet, so scarlet, so free?" He would add, nibbling a little more to pull back and look at her face. "Come with me. Let me take you away from here." His eyes showed nothing but promise. "Will you give me your pain and your sorrow?"
She had thought he would not return, that it had been a lie, so she could not hide her joy as he came within the door, rose in hand, bounding over to him, white dress fluttering behind her as she wrapped her arms around him, looking up at him with her bright smile. It was the light that was keeping her going, that this kind pinkette would return, and here he was, with a rose for her no less. It was with great joy that she spoke to him on her hopes and wishes, how she planned to be from this damned place before too long, to be free once more. Debt paid and back to exploring the world as she desired, she wished to write, become a great novelest. She did not want to be a whore for ever. Who did? Lying down as she was kissed and nibbled she would wrap her arms around his neck, long nails playing with his hair once more, running along his scalp. "…Yes. Please." She would nod, eyes sparkling up at him. "If I show you the roses, will you follow?" She asked in an honest tone, hand moving around to place upon his cheek.
What fate was this? To think she would be stuck in this hell of a place for so long, only to find her knight in shining armour, who would whisk her away to freedom. Perhaps her luck was starting to turn; maybe she really was Lucky Lucy…
And for the second time, they would be joined in the most intimate of ways, her heart aflutter once more with his promise of freedom. To take her pain and sorrow away. So she would cry out his name, that he whispered her the first time he left. "Natsu… oh Natsu…"
Fretful sleep was what came to him, could he… No. He had but one nature, and he had to act upon it, his heart was closed, there was no space, too much pain stabbed through. And yet, looking at her it beat hard, it was a hindrance, that whisper told him, that he would just be trapped beneath her. She would be controlling, like the rest. She would take his all, just like the rest. Was that possible? Was she like the others? He didn't want to take the chance… and yet he did not want to disappoint her, to not return and take her away.
He would return, he would take her pain and sorrow… she would feel none of that no longer. But she wouldn't feel anything else either. If he could not have her, then no one would. Nor would she suffer the pain he suffered, she would get something a fitting her beauty and her heart. She would take him to the roses, that much he was certain… and there was no better place for her to rest than among what they called her, The Wild Rose.