Kingcup- youth, innocence, dawn
Her face was tiny and her mouth set in a sleep-slackened O. The blankets were pink and yellow but the fluff of hair matched his completely. Up until Jellal first laid eyes on his daughter he'd been hoping for the same scarlet as her mother's but the blue was beautiful. It was perfect.
Nothing felt real until the nurse placed her in his arms. Her arrival into the world had been harrowing. Erza's pain brought his soul to it's knees. Even now as she slept Jellal wondered if she was alright. A halo of red fanned out on her pillow and her chest moved up and down evenly.
A gasp of a yawn brought his eyes back down. But for the hair his daughter did look exactly like Erza. As he set the rocking chair into motion his free hand strayed over into the familiar red. It was still damp with sweat but alive and safe.
Jellal hadn't ever thought of life as a game but somehow, today, he felt like he won.