prompt: lj's 30heartbeats no.1.02
notes: Y'know what, I don't even care that this fic isn't getting much love; I'm enjoying these way too much.
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/the world starts with me
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She's shivering.
—and he doesn't know if he should risk an arm around her or watch in turmoil as her lips turn blue.
Erza and Gray remain still in their spots, with rhythmic breaths and rising chests. The fire crackles in the moonlight, and all is silent as the land sleeps. He's lying on his side, darkdark eyes on her fragile form; the shadowed bruise on her exposed arm brings about a frown on his brow.
Small, delicate fingers grasp his scarf, and Lucy's gentle voice shatters the quiet of the night. "Natsu, I'm cold—keep me warm?"
And he complies, wordlessly, moving closer to throw a precarious arm around her icy shoulders.
(He thinks vaguely to himself, she never wears enough clothing.
—but secretly he doesn't mind,
because he gets to do things like this.)
His fingers absentmindedly brush through her softsoft hair, and she's probably fallen asleep again, eyes shut and heart steady. He clears the stray strands from her porcelain face, and contemplates aloud,
"I used to think the world was about me,
and then Igneel and Fairy Tail,"
His hand finds hers, their fingertips barely grazing.
"So, I wonder—when did it become about you?"
There is no answer, and he doesn't really mind.
(But he misses the soft curve of her upturned lips and the bright glow of her flushed pink cheeks in the chilly midnight air.)
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notes: Er, review anyway?