Hillo peeps! It has been awhile and I haven't completed a single freakin' story since. I am sorry about that. But hey here ya go with a new one... Trying a new ship as you can see.
Hope you enjoy!
He was dressed of somber clothing. His heart was of stone so was his face smile less. Hair black cascading in long locks of smoky shadows hid the major part of his hard-staring face. His burning orbs of black ebony piercing through her entire being froze her in her tracks. His intimidating person was colossal and seemed unforgiving. Brutal, violent and merciless were the words coming at the tip of her tongue safely hidden in her closed mouth. Scars marred his being, rough cuts now a brownish color zigzagged and crisscrossed his forearms where ink wasn't tainting them. Swirls of black blood assembled before her eyes in patterns of roses and thorns. Biting at the sleeve of his shirt was an inked crane supporting a crown surmounted by a heart. Pierced by thorns that made it bled in little drips of blood blooming into roses, she was fascinated. The macabre portrait, that vivid form of art expressing pain at its purest captivated her stare that couldn't detach itself from its sight.
A small blush rose on her cheeks as her heartbeat started to thud in an alarming rhythm. A melody came to her ears, the comforting sound of his voice, the only music that could soothe her broken being. His scent drifted past her as transfixed she saw the roses embracing her tiny waist as huge hands encircled her little being and a massive sheet of hair fell gently on top of her hair hiding the tears sliding along her cheeks.
His warmth seeped through her clothes as she melted against his reassuring figure. And finally, finally she knew she had found the one.
The only person she could come back to and call…
Home.
-X-
The dreams had started then. She would wake up in the middle of the night dreaming of the fictional character that suddenly became her ideal. Weirdly, she could feel his touch as vividly as if it were real. A part of her hopelessly romantic self couldn't help thinking that maybe, maybe somewhere, a special someone that looked just like this guy was dreaming of her and made all of her fantasises somehow more plausible.
Waking up and dressing quickly to get to school, Levy couldn't help but feel her spirits lower as the truth of the reality hit her badly. The guy left again as she opened her eyes that morning as always.
Why couldn't he stay… Why couldn't he be part of her world and leave the fictional one she had grown to love more than her sad reality.
She had wished so many nights before going to sleep to wake up next to him. Sleeping was the moment she looked forward to the most these days as everything was crumbling around her.
She was doing fine in everything to the eyes of her closed one, yet, she felt she lacked what she needed most.
A certain special companion that would somehow heal her heart and make her believe in love again.
She had never really experienced a relationship unless you counted the small amount of time she had been frequenting Droy…
Back then, it had sounded like a good idea and alcohol intoxicating her to a certain level had certainly helped to raise his overall lack in attraction.
He certainly did not look at all like her dream guy, but like she said, he was a dream after all, a person made of fantasies out of a book. This guy was okay looking and certainly gave her the attention she felt she deserved.
Then why? Why did it feel so wrong whenever their hands intertwined? Why did the simple thought of imagining a future of more than a couple months with him rose a doubt and a small disgust in her whole being. Why was the simple idea of presenting him to her family bringing a blush of shame upon her face?
Her heart kept on repeating her the same message without the actual use of words.
He is not the one.
Yet, when nobody else could fill the void in her romantic life other than this dude, somehow prolonging a frequentation meant to die felt like the only way she could hold on. The reality was that, she was really frightened of ending up alone.
Not the most popular with the boys, finally getting the supposed love of one felt as though asking for more would be selfish.
She wanted so badly to break things up, but the touching and the words he spoke to her somehow wormed their way inside her brain and seduced her enough to keep things going awhile longer.
She felt awful knowing that getting the guy attached to her would only make things worse for the day she would split as he would have probably fallen for her hard.
Or maybe he thought she was a naïve girl ready to do anything without thinking about the consequences. Someone desperate enough to actually commit to him and do things she didn't feel ready for, simply to keep him by her side.
She knew she wasn't, but the same question kept imprinting itself at the back of her mind every time that thought resurfaced.
Why? Why being in a relationship like that knowing that these things were going to come.
She would shut these thoughts out as she found them depressing, but they did leave a mark, a gash deep in her soul, a doubt… no a certainty that what she was doing at the moment was wrong.
Somehow, her denial couldn't be stopped.
Entering the bus and plugging in her earphones, she let the music wash away the pain of saying goodbye yet another time to the mysterious apparition in her dreams.
She wanted to go straight back to sleep and see where their imaginative date would end today. Would she finally be brave enough to kiss him? For the past month, holding hands had been enough, but for a while now, her subconscious probably highly influenced by her heart craved for something more.
She loved the way he listened to her crazy stories and laughed at her dumb and bad jokes. How he trusted her enough to confide in her his deepest secrets.
She just felt good there in the labyrinth of her mind where nobody could hurt her, but herself.
What bothered her though was the state in which the face of her beloved fictional boyfriend was. It was utterly blank, not a single feature etched on the blank canvas beneath his bushy dark hair.
She knew fairly well the shape is mouth would have, the way a canine would burst out whenever he chuckled or smiled, the depth of his stare… But somehow, his brain couldn't forge a face out of these precise details.
Maybe because she hadn't met him yet…
Lifting herself up and directing herself towards the exit of the bus head bent low, she tripped unto something scattered on the ground and found herself on all fours looking for the cause of her fall.
A man, his face half hidden by a humongous mass of dark hair was glowering at her severely as his lips were moving furiously and his index kept on going back and forth to her and an object on which she was half lying.
Taking off one of her earphones, sound finally seeped through her ears.
"You little dwarf get your legs off my guitar you' gon' break it" he grumbled as he made to pull her off his instrument.
Her breath cut in her chest as she looked him in the eye.
The lips… the hair… the eyes…
She tried getting a glance at his forearms but they were covered by an oversized dark hoodie. Asking him to pull it up at the moment would make the whole situation more awkward than it already was.
"Hey you! You deaf or somethin'? Kiddo wasn't raised well by her mother I see. Where ur parents at uh? Want me ta help ya find 'em?" he added in a condescending tone.
Her bubble burst as quickly as it had appeared.
Had she really thought this guy was a perfect replica of Ravi, the man she desired more than anything?
Now she felt even dumber and ashamed of having ever considered the possibility.
This guy was rude, a complete douche and was certainly not the most brilliant of them all.
Sure, she was small alright, she was even smaller than that, but to call her
a dwarf or even compare her, a twenty-two years old literature bachelor, to a kid! That was rich, atrociously offensive and certainly disrespectful.
Wanting to give him a piece of her mind, Levy remembered she was to descend to this station in order to get on time to the University.
Flipping him off on her way out of the bus which was awaiting her departure, she heard him curse behind her as he mumbled about spreading dirt on it.
He deserved it.
That jerk that wasn't her dream boyfriend at all deserved all the bad luck in the world.
Nasty thoughts followed in her head one after the other as she cleared the door of the bus.
Until…
"Hey you shrimp! Do you know how much money it costs to own a guitar like this?"
Fuck… Did he really have to depart the bus at the exact same stop as her?
Argh… what shitty luck.
Levy, using her charismatic customer service smile turned on her heels quickly and facing his imposing posture, annoyed and not afraid in the least at his bulky being, stared him in the eye and gritting her teeth seethed:
"If that useless pile of rubbish that you dare call a guitar wasn't lying on the floor I certainly wouldn't have tripped upon it."
"What is it that you called it you little dimwit? Who thought you to talk like that to your elders?"
"First off, I am a fully grown adult…"
"Right… should've eaten bread crumbs and soup back then kiddo. Anyways, I'm busy with school so say hi to your parents for me." He said with a grunt.
"Oh and her name is Roxy not rubbish. I'll leave it this once girl, but next time, I'll tell your parents ta scold you and show me some respect." He added and left without giving her a chance to answer back.
That son of a bitch. He would pay.
Looked like her fictional character huh? Was she blind? Didn't look anything like him. Just an awfully stupid and colossal bastard.
That's all that he was and would ever be.
-X-
Classes were awful that day. The dude had pissed her off so bad she had completely forgotten to acknowledge the presence of her "sort of guy she was dating but not at all touching or even kissing".
Yup, that was her mental definition of Droy.
Refusing each and every attempt at a kiss he pulled her way, she was starting to grow desperate as she was seeing this whole situation unfolding quite badly.
She needed to find a way to end this, quick or else…
Or else she didn't dare think of what would happen.
As he pressed a light kiss on her cheek which resulted in shivers of discomfort running down her spine, she escaped as quick as she could, pretending she had homework to do.
She knew he would sooner or later bring up the fact she always used the same excuse. Or the fact that she mainly avoided him outside of school, never going on dates or doing activities whatsoever together.
And then he would break up with her.
Would she be hurt?
Certainly.
She would have the confirmation her own persona was not meant to fit in a relationship. She would understand that her own self was too complicated, to weird, too restrictive to hope ever finding a real potential match for her.
And then, she would abandon and find another Droy to drown her loneliness.
Her desire to be understood and listened to.
Lucy wasn't anywhere near anymore. She and Natsu were living the perfect fairy tale. And Juvia…well she hadn't gotten over her ex yet, and Levy had to admit she was certainly sick and tired of hearing of such scum each and every time she spoke to her.
She had thought Droy, swooning over her would give her the attention she deserved and fill the hole in her heart, but somehow his sole presence was enough to depress her into believing love did not exist.
A conversation was always impossible as he would always agree with everything she would say. He would pretend to listen while she clearly saw where his eyes lingered were his hands were trying to lay and what was really going on in his simple and boyish mind.
She avoided him most for that. She was afraid he would drag her to a somber corner and do things every boy his age fantasized about.
Levy wasn't really into sex at all as she was mostly interested in a partner for life and certainly a personality over sexuality. She guessed the need or desire to do such acts would come as she would meet someone she found actually attractive…
But still, she felt alone in this world as she knew most girls her age had already done the deed and couldn't understand her aversion for physical contacts in general. She had abandoned trying to explain years ago as she was tired of the judging glances people sent her way.
Let her be a virgin weirdo all her life. Only in her dreams would she one day cross the barrier to purity.
What a shame it had to be only in her imagination though.
What a waste not feeling the tingling and warm touch of a man she loved more than anything.
On these dark thoughts, she headed straight home and went to bed without eating, craving love from a guy she had purely created with her imagination.
Only this time, to her most unfortunate ad unpleasant surprise, the man had features…
Features of a man she had crossed path with on her way to school today.
A guy she despised and hated.
That fucking punk.
It would mean the world to me if you could leave a review... Constructive criticism and suggestions are always welcomed :)
With that being said see ya soon peeps !