Request: Finding each other after the storm couldn't have been more relieving.
One-Shot:
Erza was taking a stroll, away from all the worried voices and shouts for more morphine. Away from the dying souls and vanishing hope. Her own body was damaged, scarred at this point, and pristine-white bandages covered every visible inch of her body, which was most of it; her clothes were tattered and barely hid her feminine traits from prying eyes. Standing in the middle of the road, she stared up at the crimson sky, losing herself in her thoughts. Though they really only consisted of one thing: where was he?
As if someone up there was answering her silent pleas, she saw him walking towards him, equally injured but he didn't have bandages covering his. The violent-red blood spilled onto the cobble-stoned pathway as he walked towards her.
Something overtook her senses, and she found herself running as best she could towards him. Stumbling over the fallen debris and ignoring his warning to be careful, she finally made it over to where he had made it up to, and flung her arms around his bare torso, pressing her face into his neck.
He responded just as eagerly, pulling her close and being careful not to jostle her too much. Pulling back without a second thought, she pressed her lips against him, a stray tear sliding down her cheek. He froze in her grasp for a moment, before responding quietly, tangling a hand into her hair.
"You're alive," she whispered.
"Just for you," he responds softly.