A/N: hey everyone I'm back with another update! Did you miss me? Yeah you probably miss the limes ehehhe! Sorry, Nalu's full blown lemon would have to wait (booooooo D: ) cos I miss my miraxus :(. This chap is pretty tame (booooo D: ) so yeah... I hope u enjoy!
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"Wake up, Aingeal.." A feminine, almost angelic voice broke through his slumber. Laxus groaned and moved his head to the side.
Fingers, tingled with energy touched his forehead, making Laxus sigh in bliss. He slowly opened his eyes and came face to face with a female with show white hair and clear blue eyes.
She smiled and touched his cheek. Laxus leaned into her touch, energy seeped in from it.
So trusting.. A voice sounded in his mind, making him widened his eyes in alarm.
"G-get out.. of.. " Laxus panted with the effort to form the words.
Your head? The demoness supplied. She cocked her head at him.
I'm afraid I can't.
Laxus looked at her form. There were no scales, no tail and no horned feet. A long, grey dress with a bow, which only showed her neck and shoulders, adorned her body. A light was surrounding her, almost like-
I drank your blood, aingeal, that's why.
I said, get out of my head. Laxus hissed.
She sighed. She let her hand go, making Laxus head almost hit the stone beneath him.
I drank your blood, I can't undo the link.
That's ridiculous. We both know a link is only initiated by a demon. You created it, you can destroy it.
One of us must die to destroy the link. She leaned in, touching her forehead with his, I'm not keen to die yet, are you?
MiraJane stared into the dark green eyes of the captured aingeal. There was no fear present, only seething anger at the thought of her poking around in his head.
Relax. I didn't poke around while you were out. She stood back up, placing her hands on her hips. I'd rather find out when you're conscious.
And why is that? His breathing had calmed down a bit.
I'd rather see how your mind works; your reactions, your thinking process. She turned around, preparing some food for her 'prisoner'.
Yeah right. Sarcasm dripped heavily from his words, irking Mira.
It works both ways, you know. If I can have access to your mind, then you sure as hell can read mine. For an aingeal you sure lack some sense. Mira snapped.
Surprise was felt between their link and Mira immediately regretted her outburst.
She stopped her actions, wringing both of her hands together. I, um..
What's your name?
It was her turn to be surprised. Um.. you can poke around, you know.
I know, but I'd rather hear it from you.
Since Mira was still embarrassed over her earlier outburst and she refused to turn around, she missed the blush Laxus sported over his statement.
MiraJane. You can call me Mira for short.
Pretty. An image of him standing behind her and tucking her hair behind her ears popped through their link and Mira blushed. She tucked her hair herself and busied herself with preparing some food for him.
I may be an angel but I don't eat twigs, Mira.
Mira had to control her giggle so as not to offend the big guy. She had learned that his name was Laxus and he could control lightning, courtesy of a lightning dragon teaching him and all and he was part of the renegade group fleeing the war. Natsu, whom she picked out from Laxus' head, was a pink haired aingeal who was leading them away until they got ambushed by one of the demons' camp.
Those aren't twigs! I specifically plucked them off some of the random bushes around here, just for you!
I need meat, female. Cooked, juicy, meat. How am I suppose to heal with little berries? Do I look like a dainty fairy to you? Laxus was sitting crossed legged, poking at the offensive objects.
Mira gasped dramatically. Laxus folded his arms while trying to give her one of his intimidating glares.
Aingeals don't eat meat! Only we do!
Laxus rolled his eyes. I take in a dragon's magic so I'm obviously going to inherit some of their characteristics.
Mira leaned in, unaware her eyes were twinkling, making Laxus shift uncomfortably.
Do you hoard as well?
Laxus turned his head to side, pouting. I have no comments.
Mira squealed making Laxus cringed. How ador-
Don't you dare say-
-able! Mira laughed heartily at his discomfort. Her sides hurt and her eyes teared up. He was really too entertaining.
Females. Laxus huffed. Despite his earlier protests, he still picked up the fruits and swallowed them whole.
Tsk, no manners. You're supposed to chew!
Waste of time. Now are you going to serve me some meat or do I have to hunt by myself?
You do realize you're in enemy territory and you're not fully healed? I just patched you up, don't give me extra work! Mira puffed out her cheeks to reiterate her sentence.
An image formed again through their link, where he stood up and pinched both of her cheeks and whispered, "I'll give you extra work all right."
Both of their cheeks flushed red from the visual in their heads and looked away from each other.
A moment passed before he spoke in her mind again. Why do you act so, un-demon like?
What do you mean?
I mean, demons don't patch me up nor do they try to feed me, even though it's twigs. I bet the Eternal Conflict would have just died off if the majority of the demons were more like you.
What about you? Do all aingeals flirt with demons? I bet the Conflict would have resulted to something more, interesting if the majority of the aingeals were more like you.
Don't answer my question with another question, female.
But I bet our answers are most probably the same. She looked at him, face softening at their exchange.
He looked at her with a start.
Moments passed before she spoke, "Are you tired, Laxus?"
His jaw clenched and he clenched the bed he was sitting on. His head hung low and almost with a shame he hoarsely whispered, "Yes."
His shoulders shook and Mira almost wept from the shame and regret she could feel from their link. She stood up, walked over and sat directly infront of him. Tentatively, she brushed her hand through his blonde hair. When he gave no response, she kept on stroking his hair and pulled him for a hug. Laxus complied and hugged her fiercely as tears flowed freely, wetting her shoulder and dress. Mira paid no mind, ignoring the growing feelings in her as she continued to soothe and stroke the hulking aingeal before her.