snapshot

by ambivia

A lifetime of falling, told in snapshots. (or; one hundred ways Erza loved him, and ninety-nine times he said it back.) —jerza, modern au. non-linear. for Giuliana.

2. 24: and again

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24 ; and again

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Dark nights lit by street lights, the empty road passing by with lamps like a heartbeat. She muffles another yawn behind her wrist, squinting her eyes against the tiredness. Occasionally, another car passes, a blink of bright headlights, but otherwise they're essentially alone.

"Erza."

"…Hmm?" She tilts her head, gaze still resting on the dark empty highway. "I thought you were asleep."

"Pull over." His hand settles over hers on the gear stick, warm and steady and still bewilderingly tentative, and even after two years of living her life alongside his, it makes something in her chest flutter like it's a novelty. "Let me drive for a while."