It's been ten chapters and this is by far my favorite story I'm creating.
I wanted to take my time with this fanfic and really expand on the characters and even the B-plots. That's why I started creating these Insert stories from the perspective of the characters themselves. This is just to either give more context, or to expand on the view points of the characters through their eyes. These won't be long and will be done so every five chapters or so. I hope you guys like them.
You remind me a lot of a spider lily. Though there is nothing scarlet about you, not your appearance or conscience, but it was your concentrated gaze that reminded me of a lily. The only time your body bared anything remotely crimson where when your cheeks after a fresh face scrub in the morning. Or when your pale fingertips in the wintery cold or my scarlet hair draped across your body. Even so, as you sat on my daybed perched next to a large window, you reminded me of a summer bloom. With your head turned away from me, you stared out onto the opening dawn reflecting off of the many other apartment windows. How fractured of a woman did you have to be to stare at the sun like a mere candle? Did your eyes not burn? Did the rays not hurt?
You must have felt my presence because you finally crossed those turquoise orbs of yours over to my silhouette in the door frame. When our eyes met, you shared a smile with me. I started walking toward you with a silly grin on my face. I couldn't help it; I was obviously smitten by your beauty. Especially now with amber-colored rays of sunshine sprinkling through your silvery hair. You were gorgeous to me. You had always been.
I decided to tease you a bit as I made my way over. "You know, if you stare at the sun, you'll lose your eyesight." You cracked your eye up at this.
"I wasn't staring at the sun," You tell me with a warming smile, "I was staring at the horizon." You point over to a patch of earth secluded on the eastern side of the apartment complex. The sun peeked from around the rolling hills and only just now eased from its nightly slumber. "But." You eye me cautiously as if you were about to share something sensitive, "If I were to go blind, would you still love me?" I made it to you then, adorning you with a gentle touch to your temple. You melt into it, dipping your silvery head into the palm of my hand. When I dropped to one knee in front of you, your eyes never left mine. Instead, you followed my movement closely. Your reach out, stretching those nimble fingers of yours through my hair. "If I couldn't see this scarlet hair of yours, would you still love me?"
The sun slowly crept its way up into the morning sky from around your body, making the prelude to another day at your mercy. "You would have to be foolish to believe that my love for you was conditional like that." But you didn't. I knew better than anyone else in this world that the lines between conditional and situational for you were relatively thin. I leaned over and brushed my lips across the exposed skin of your knee.
"Erza." I looked up at you from the sound of my name. "I can stay here for a while, right?"
"Of course, why would I decline more time with you?"
"It's just that," You didn't have to finish your sentence; I already knew what you were thinking. What you would have said. It would have been something along the lines of Lisanna and her escape. You would have ranted about her untimely return before she was gone again, playing you in an unconsenting game of hide and seek.
"You know," I finally say to cut through the silence. "You can just talk to her." Your face immediately gets hard.
"I can't. Besides, if I told her what I was thinking, she'd hate me. She'd hate me for tearing her away from him all over again. Only this time." You stopped your face dropping. "This time, she'd know it was me." It was almost a whisper, but I heard it.
To change the subject, I tread on, "I interviewed your friend." Your face perks up at that, and you immediately smile again.
"Yes, I've spoken with him. He wouldn't tell me the results, though. How did he do?"
"Honestly," I say with a grin. "He suppressed my expectations. I should have known someone you recommended would be the ideal candidate." I tilt my head slightly, "How do you know him?"
You look back out into the sunrise and smile, reflecting on a past time with a dear friend. "Mest was my first rebound." You told me of your time once in love. You described him minimally, saying as I'd know exactly who you were referring to if you'd given a detailed description. Your first love was tall and handsome. He carried himself through life back then, undervaluing his time because of his past. You told me how you nurtured him, gave him a new life, and wanted to create your own beside him. Yet, no matter how much you gave your first love, that same kind of love was never reciprocated. You tried your hardest to make him notice you, even pretending to fall in love with someone else. This new love was Mest, but this romance was short-lived, for it was wholly fabricated.
You turned to me when your story was finished, reflecting this burning passion in your azure-colored eyes. No matter that they were indeed blue, they mirrored a brightly wine-colored spider lily. I'm sure my own reflected green with jealousy that you tricked me into hiring your past lover, but the moment you smiled, it washed away.
As long as you continued to smile like that, I'd be at your mercy.