Juvia
She was given the choice, and she chose it to be on her leg, right where her hand would rest when her arms were at her sides. Close enough to touch. Close enough for the comfort that she was no longer under the dark cloud of Phantom Lord.
She was given the choice, and she chose it to be blue, the colour of water. The colour of the sky cleared of clouds. The colour of his mark.
After all, she certainly got to see his often enough to know.
