This accidentally turned into one-sided Jeredy. Oops. I don't even ship it.
But hell, I did it.
seven years immature
"Make me a last name," she suddenly whispers in his ear.
Jellal looks down at the pink-haired girl, who had made herself comfortable in his lap. She draws imaginary shapes onto his chest with a dainty finger and lets her lips softly brush against his jawline, letting her sweet breath tickle him.
"Why?" he asks her, curtly.
"Well…I don't have one," she simply reminds him, and then frowns, tearing her eyes away from his lips. "Don't you remember?"
"No," he denies, removing his eyes from her gaze and looking up at the sky.
"Right," she says, reaching up for his face and pulling it back down to face her. She sits up on his lap, making sure that they were nose to nose, eye to eye, mouth to mouth facing each other. "So I want you to make me one."
"But…" and the words come slowly to him. "Why are you asking me?"
Meredy keeps her pink lip-glossed lips curved in a stiff smile, but she can't help her eyes from darkening. He isn't going to take the bait, and he isn't going to do what she wanted him to.
"I want you to give me a name that you will never forget," she tells him. "Will you do that for me?"
He looks at her with blank and heavy eyes. He looks at her, but he doesn't see her.
She leans forward to kiss him softly on her lips, gives him a taste of the strawberry-flavored gloss that she had put on just for him.
She notices he doesn't close his eyes.
When she pulls back, she could spot the sparkle of her lip gloss lingering on his thin lips. He doesn't taste it with his tongue, but he doesn't wipe it away with his arm either.
Instead, he twirls a lock of her pink hair in his hands, and his chocolate brown eyes are focused only on its color.
"I don't know," he says, finally after a long while. "Nothing comes to mind."
She becomes angry, and she pulls her hair back from his fingers and stands up to get off his lap. She wraps herself in her arms and walks away, but she finds that she can't take more than ten steps away from him.
So she sits down in a clump of grass just ten steps away from him. She pulls her knees into her chest and irritatingly wipes her pink lip gloss from her lips and curses the pink color of her hair.
She is forever immature, and she would never gain the attention of someone that desired a woman.
Pink was for girls. Red was for women.
And she would never be Erza.
Wow, now that I've finished it, this ended up being a tinge bit darker than I expected. Not something I usually would portray in Meredy…anywho…let me know whatcha think...about Jeredy?...about life?...about whatever?
Also, let me know if there's any ficlets that you want me to do a continuation of, or like write another drabble in the same universe as! I sorta want to further explore these worlds I've opened up but I also don't want to open a whole worm of cans either. Most certainly not for readers that don't want to read my word vomit.
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