Okay! I decided to continue this story because of a few reasons:
1) Its fucking Gajevy/GaLe/awesome shit.
2)Im bored, its 1 am and I cant sleep
3) I have yet to write a decent chappy, I can only muster half of one thousand words...OTL
So...yeah.
ALSO. I am on "vacation"
but im sick
and theres no wifi
and i dont have a computer.
this is not vacation,unless hell is open for renting the summer.
my wit.
okay, so I am doing this on my phone, wasting away data. BUT autocorrect is evil, I am a grammer/spelling nazi so it is not my fault if a random spanish word is in a sentece THAT MAKES NO SENSE!
Me: *stares down phone from across the room.*
Phone: HOLA!
I really dont know any spanish, im sorry.
OKAY. so Hiro Mashima owns every single one of his sexy fairies.
i do not.
DO I LOOK LIKE A GENIUS MALE TO YOU?, HUH?!
(Gajeel P.O.V, btw bby.)
His blood ran cold. And it wasn't the Stripper's doing. He had no idea of what to do. No, he couldn't wake her up, hes not a complete asshole. His thoughts were cut off by light snoring. His breath hitched and his mind went blank. Nobody had dared to get close to "Black Steel Gajeel" He had just learned to accept his indimidating look and expected nothing more from people than women clutching onto their purses, afraid he would steal them, or glares from the higher-ups. Intimacy was foreign to him. He had never felt closness and warmth between another person. She was an angel, radiating pearl skin, sky-kissed hair and a child-like figure. An Angel that strayed away and was given a wrong and dark guardian. He fekt as though he didnt deserve her presence, he fucking to a tree and claimed her as Phantoms' to her whole , she still keeps that smile. Well, not today but generally. Still remaining happy after loss. That is what he sought. This lovable trait he leech out of her and into him. Though that would be unforgivable. As far as tell, she has unhealthy damage to her self-esteem, even with the optimism hid it well, but not well enough. A tan finger of his teased a strand of the blueberry ringlets. Flashbacks flew through his mind. All of Levy. Her brown eyes shining with excitment. He felt like he really was her guardian angel...from hell.
Thoughts invaded his head, 'what if's' about what would happen if the Shrimp awoke. Nervousness clawed at him, finally deciding to put the girl back into her organized tent. He stood up, observing the situation and how he should handle it. The small girl was soon being carried by the muscular man. His cheeks flared up at the touch. One arm was draped unser her back, and another underneath the joints of her knees. He ducked under the snall tent and set her down softly, tossing a blanket over her small frame.
"Good night, Shrimp"
R&R,pleeeaaase?
and thank you all for the favorites and follows, it means alot.
~ShippingArmy