prompt: lj's 30heartbeats no.1.12
notes: let's just pretend, even for a moment.
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/kisses
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She's beautiful.
—he still thinks she's as perfect and pretty as ever, girlish charm shining through the crusted blood, sanguineandred.
(She'd probably shine even brighter if she was smiling, he thinks to himself.)
And he feels the strongest urge to smile, to grin so cheeky and free, because Lucy is holding him, close and dear, cradling his head in her lap, and it all fits so well like theh were made that way.
She smells like home.
(—because she is home.)
The light breeze sends waves of sunshine and strawberries, and each passing moment pulls him further into sleep.
But Lucy is shaking him and clutching him, and there is a wetness on his cheeks and in her eyes that he cannot explain.
And in the next moment, she's kissing him, cupping his bruised and battered cheeks. Her shaking hands paint him red, but he doesn't mind, because she always makes him feel like a work of art. She makes no mistakes, only happy little accidents.
Natsu feels like a cloud,
floating and drifting and flying high in the sky.
He's vaguely aware that he isn't breathing (maybe he forgot how to), and she is desperately trying to resuscitate him, and he can't really feel anything at all except his fire dimming and her lips pressed firmly to his, over and over.
And maybe, just maybe,
he can pretend, even for a moment, that he isn't lying broken and chipped in her arms, that Lucy is happy and smiling and gently kissing him to sleep, and when he next wakes up, everything will be alright.
(Natsu closes his eyes with one last 'kiss,'
and the world falls silent.)
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notes: i have no excuses for not updating this except that i am one lazy student.