Here is my entry for day 2 of raijinshuu week!
Day Two: Bickslow
I decided to make it more about what his magic lets him see and what his own soul would look like.
I hope you guys like it!
For as long as he could remember, Bickslow could see peoples souls. When he was younger, he didn't realize that no one else could see what he could, they didn't see the swirling, sparkling colored spears that resided over someone's chest.
Bickslow liked to look at the souls of his family every now and then, he thought of it as his own way of checking up on them without them having a chance to lie to him.
Souls were very telling if you knew what to look for, that is if you could see them in the first place.
Bickslow loved his family souls, they were so unique to them and fit their personalities and magic well.
Freed
Freed's soul when he first seen it gave him a bit of a shock. Most of the time it was a swirling controlled dark purple mass, but what had shocked Bickslow was the fact that whenever Freed used his magic his soul would change from a a controlled swirling mass of dark purple to a chaotic swirling pitch black mass.
When he first seen it, he was slightly scared because he thought something was wrong, but then he realized that Freed's soul changed with his magic because it was connected to so the change he saw wasn't just Freed's soul changing, but also a different soul entirely.
Once he realized this Bickslow thought it was one of the coolest things ever.
Evergreen
Whenever Bickslow looked at Evergreen's soul, he's always in slight awe at what he sees. Though he may tease her, he would be one of the first to say she was beautiful.
Inside and out.
Evergreen's soul is, not surprisingly green. Some days he swears it's a light green the same shade as her magic, but other days he will swear that it's more of a dark emerald. The emerald days are his favorite because it's the same shade as his long forgotten mother's eyes.
Besides the color, Ever's soul also sparkles like twinkling fairy lights, bright and beautiful. Bickslow loved that her love of fairies was so strong it showed even in her soul.
But her soul while bright and beautiful also looked delicate and soft, it's what showed Bickslow that ever wasn't always mean and that she was actually very insecure.
It made him even more protective of her that the others were.
Laxus
Bickslow can clearly remember the first time he had seen Laxus' soul, it was a pure white ball that could resemble nothing but electricity. Over the years he had to watch as his friend's soul started to 'rot' as the anger and resentment started to take over.
Bickslow had only ever seen rotten souls of people who had done bad things and were truly evil or on their way to it.
The rot started at the edges of the soul and started to darken the color until it became completely black and it made the soul look like mud. It wasn't a nice thing to see, especially on one of his friends.
He wanted to hug Laxus and never let him go when he seen him again on Tenrou Island, the 'rot' was starting to go away! He knew it would leave a permanent scar on his soul, but it still made him glad and grateful every time he seen less and less of it on Laxus' now greyish white soul.
Bickslow
Bickslow loved to check up on his family's souls, to make sure they were okay. He found their souls to be very telling about what they were really like, if they were sick or healthy, good or bad.
But out of every soul he had ever seen in his life the one soul he wanted to see the most was his own.
He wanted to know what it would say about him.
Bickslow wasn't innocent, he had seen a lot in his life and he had done things he wasn't proud of, and he was secretly scared his soul was rotten or had at least once been rotten.
To him his soul probably looked grey and black, and he was almost positive it looked it looked like an oozy slime.
And when he had a bad day he was sure it was probably rotten to the core because of the things he'd done.
But if Bickslow could look at his soul, even for a second, he would be shocked at what he would see.
Bickslow's soul was a dark indigo, but it was mixed with flecks of vibrant green. His soul was bubbly with each 'bubble' having its own soft inner glow to it; like a light in the dark. Despite looking like a collection of bubbles bobbing around in his chest, Bickslow's soul also looked solid, like it could withstand anything.
Bickslow would be shocked at the sight of his own soul, but anyone who knew him well would say that it fits him perfectly.