prompt: lj's 30heartbeats no.1.10
notes: whoops, i skipped out on an update yesterday.
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/sunrise
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She's glowing.
—and he isn't sure if it's just the way the moonlight is hitting her porcelain skin, or if she's actually radiating, serene smile on her pinkpink lips.
They sit upon the dewy grass, shoulders bumping, nudging, teasing. And he listens to her talk animatedly, lyrical words ringing through his ears.
(He misses most of what she's saying—not really paying attention,
but he likes the way her eyes grow wide, glimmering in the starlight, when she's talking about constellations and lights in the sky.)
And they stay that way until the sunrise peeks through wispy clouds, orange and yellow and so brightbrightbright.
Almost like the sky is on fire.
Lucy falls into a peaceful silence and leans her head against his shoulder, goldgold hair spilling onto him,
and he thinks she smells vaguely like vanilla and sunshine.
(He notices she's still glowing, even in the light of the rising sun,
and maybe—maybe she really does just shine on her own.
Like a brilliant star.)
"You're the best friend ever, Natsu."
She murmurs, dithering between wakefulness and sleep; he bites down hard on a lingering question that tugs at his lips, and instead laces his fingers with hers, tiny and small and fitting perfectly in his.
He isn't sure what to think,
as he prods and pokes and tickles her palm.
(But she squeezes his hand, tightly in hers,
and maybe he doesn't really need to think.
—he just needs to feel.)
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notes: oh my, did i really make some of you cry? I swear, i hadn't intended to! Thanks for sticking 'round up 'til now, everyone. Just twenty more to go!