While Lucy, off to a rock start, eventually came more into her own during her participation in the 100 year quest, Laxus was the antithesis. It didn't help that he felt like he was going insane with the voice of his dragon berating him at every turn. He knew the situation wasn't one hundred percent his fault, but he took the blame for it all none the less. After the first month of drunk oblivion, Laxus found the right balance of drinking to drown out his pesky, angry, mind lizard and functioning like a high strung member of society. As not to wallow anymore, he replaced the champagne with his trusty scotch. He always had a hip flask full. Unlike his usual self, he did open up to his team and grandpa about what went down between him and Lucy. He gave them all the sordid details. Let them know his fears and wants and needs. They all rallied around him and gave him the support he needed while also understanding where Lucy and her actions were coming from. He told them he couldn't move on until she came back and finally uttered those words of rejection. He was left in limbo until then. It could be anywhere between months to years before he saw het beautiful face again. His anxiety had him twisted in knots. They never had the discussion on how mating worked so, from his perspective, she knew nothing about this little caveat. He spent the greayer oart of the next eight months holed up in his office, doing paperwork and ignoring the rest of the world until that afternoon the doors were frantically kicked open. Team Natsu carrying a bloodied unconsciousness blone in on a makeshift stretcher. "We need some help here!" bellowed Natsu.
