Prompt: Fading
The color was fading, slowly, from the world; with the changing of the seasons, the leaves were beginning to lose their vibrancy and fall to the ground, where they rotted, and the ambient light grew thin.
Crime Sorciere's unwelcome guest seemed to be fading along with it, her heart not into arguing with Erik or Sorano and providing only half responses to their wheedling. In turn, her fights with Jellal increased, in number and in volume, to the point that Erik was volunteering for scouting and patrol a lot more frequently to escape his headaches.
Macbeth did his level best to block out the sounds of the pair's flare-ups; it was none of his business how well they did or didn't get along.
That being said, he was beginning to fear that if Erza left them, his own newfound vibrancy would fade with it.