Lalu week 2018
Dec 17
Lost
She became his compass, always shining the light towards home. She was the "Light Of The Guild" that subconsciously guided all their actions, but was his beacon of hope, even though she didn't know it yet. They spent so many hours cooped up in his office, talking, joking, working on guild documents, and enjoying each other's company, yet he hadn't made move. He almost kissed her temple late one night when she had fallen asleep, apology letter blurred by the little drops of drool escaping her pert, strawberry colored lips. He had been mesmerized and already leaning in when a snore from her broke the spell her presence cast. He was embarrassed and a bit shocked at his actions and quickly woke the blonde up to send her on her way home.
He's at the bar, he can see no light from his blonde beacon tonight. She is out on a third date with some stupid fucking townie. That lucky bastard. He had watched her become more distracted over the past month, losing her train of thought and daydreaming when she was supposed to be at his beck and call. When questioned, she shared her elation at finally finding a somewhat dateable in Magnolia. She started to go on and on about the nonmage fool that worked at the bookstore, but all her office partner heard was an angry buzzing on his ears, all he saw was red. He knew he should of said something at that piont, but he didn't, so now The Great Laxus Dreyar was getting hammered on Natsu's fire whiskey at the bar, kicking himself for not stepping up when he first figured out he was in love with her. Sober Laxus knew she was gone and he had lost out on the brightest treasure he'd ever find. Drunk Laxus, on the other hand, decided to take matters in his own hands. Hunover Laxus will pay for the consequences of Drunk Laxus' actions tomorrow, whatever they may be.
The hulking slayer slams down some jewel for payment of the booze and a very nice tip for Mira... or Kinnana, or was it Lissana, he couldn't remember, he stands up from his stool, and stumbles out of the guild, with a sloppy high wave goodbye. His feet cary him to the only destination that matters. He lights a cigar for his 15 minute, but was more like 30 in his inebriated state, walk to the little apartment on Strawberry Street.
"You better be ready for me, Miss Lucy Heartfellia, because I am ready for you. With you I will never be lost again..."