Hello, this is a translation of my old work -De Marbre in French- I am not an english speaker so the syntax and the sentences may seems a bit odd. Reviews appreciated. Got influenced by Rimbaud's work without realizing.
Her blue hair was stirred by the the light breeze that blew with her the clouds of dust. The sun was shining, the dark clouds now gone. Animals started to wake up, singing or foraing in the grass for food. And she, she was here. Her perfect, now snow-white complexion, her beautiful chocolate orbs lost in the distance, her sky-blue hair framing her face and her small pink lips that remained immobile. Her chest was still as if she was overwhelmed by the sight of nature waking up. It was a bit cold since itw as morning, so Levy was a bit cold. Her shin was ice. She was lying on the ground, her arms corssed and her legs spread. The shadows of the clouds sometimes darkening her body. She was so beautiful. Her magic feather was a bit far away, lost in the grass. Now Levy must have bought another one, because this one had a bit of red on it. The bluenette seemed so serene. So calm. Even in marble, her sensuality had an effect on him. That red and orange dress, which came down to mid-thigh, filled him with desire every time it revealed her thighs. As for her delicious little cleavage, he said she had no reason to be embarrassed. Because she was just perfect. She complemented him perfectly. Her sweet smile was strangely defeated as she looked blankly up at the sky. But it didn't matter, because she would get up and come close to Gajeel and wrap her arms around him, crying with joy that they were still alive and assuring him that all was well. In the evening they would both go home with Lily, and they would cook as they had done so many days ago. The night would be delicious, of course. And waking up... Waking up is the best part. When he sees her completely naked or half naked in bed, asleep and helpless, with that natural air. Her perfume fills his nostrils at that moment and he likes to plunge his nose into her neck to inhale it directly from the source while giving her little kisses that tickle her and wake her up.
« Levy ? »
She did not turn her head towards him. She remained unmoved. He was tired of it all, he wanted to go home. He approached her cautiously, careful not to scare her or anything. He was very careful about that: not to scare her. She must have been drinking a coloured Mirajane juice earlier, because a red liquid was coming out of her mouth slowly. He laughed mentally, so she wasn't drooling but much worse? He didn't care, he thought it was funny, it only made him fall more in love. He ran his hand through her horizon hair, enjoying the texture. His hand passed over her cheek, which he stroked tenderly with his thumb. They really should go home, Levy was getting seriously cold from his icy skin. His hand went around her chin, and his lips settled on hers in a rare chaste kiss.
« Levy… »
A strong gust of wind suddenly blew. The trees rustled loudly and violently. The animals ran away. Gajeel saw everything. Her icy skin, her newfound craving for red that he didn't know, her blank stare at the sky, her chest frozen by the sight of dawn... He saw the blood dripping from her mouth, stains of it all over Levy's body and scattered around her. And on her side, something he hadn't noticed, a gaping bloody hole.
Levy was dead. And he had decided not to notice.