06-22-2017, 03:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-22-2017, 03:48 PM by Gildarts.
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“Your time is running out, my pretties,” Karl’s voice spoke whether it was from the collar or the tablet in Gildarts’ hand, he couldn’t very well tell. Nor could Gildarts even determine whether or not it was pre-recorded or if it was being spoken in live time. Still. Time drawled on and their pace continued. The Fairy Tail wizard considered sending a tweet to Guu, he’d done it before, but he didn’t want her worrying.
Illidan looked keenly over at Gildarts, who was somehow smiling right now. How could this oaf be at all strong? Strength was about commitment, diligence, and ambition. It wasn’t about aloof hope and it wasn’t about smiling until your enemies got so sick of your smirking mug that they left you alone. Illidan knew this all first-hand. His own enemy had been his brother, albeit, not directly. Gildarts would never understand that, no matter what sort of battle that he faced. At least he held strong to his own beliefs.
“What are you smiling about?” Illidan growled.
Seemed the dark elf was grouchy, or just curious about Gildarts’ personal life. When the wizard turned over to look at Illidan, the sorcerer knew exactly what, though not exactly who by the look in the mage’s eyes. There wasn’t an audible reply. Gildarts was only half smiling too. But Illidan recognized the expression because he still felt the same way, after all these years. “A woman?!”
Illidan couldn’t quite be outraged. He’d been in love with the same woman since he was a teen and while Gildarts had fallen for many women since he was a teen. There nothing was quite anything like love.
The rain overhead was giving Gildarts and Illidan a much needed shower, the old blood that had dried into the lines of their skin was washing to the ground in a slow, icky trickle. There was a trail of bloody rain behind them, though washing away in the mushy lumps of forest at their feet. Leaves and needles cushioned their steps below and lead them along their way in the dark. Illidan had his… Blindfold thing going on and Gildarts never really used his eyes to take in a scene fully anyway. They wandered along the trail, assumably going in the right direction lead by the Prime with the least sense of direction who held a glowing map in his hands.
Illidan looked keenly over at Gildarts, who was somehow smiling right now. How could this oaf be at all strong? Strength was about commitment, diligence, and ambition. It wasn’t about aloof hope and it wasn’t about smiling until your enemies got so sick of your smirking mug that they left you alone. Illidan knew this all first-hand. His own enemy had been his brother, albeit, not directly. Gildarts would never understand that, no matter what sort of battle that he faced. At least he held strong to his own beliefs.
“What are you smiling about?” Illidan growled.
Seemed the dark elf was grouchy, or just curious about Gildarts’ personal life. When the wizard turned over to look at Illidan, the sorcerer knew exactly what, though not exactly who by the look in the mage’s eyes. There wasn’t an audible reply. Gildarts was only half smiling too. But Illidan recognized the expression because he still felt the same way, after all these years. “A woman?!”
Illidan couldn’t quite be outraged. He’d been in love with the same woman since he was a teen and while Gildarts had fallen for many women since he was a teen. There nothing was quite anything like love.
The rain overhead was giving Gildarts and Illidan a much needed shower, the old blood that had dried into the lines of their skin was washing to the ground in a slow, icky trickle. There was a trail of bloody rain behind them, though washing away in the mushy lumps of forest at their feet. Leaves and needles cushioned their steps below and lead them along their way in the dark. Illidan had his… Blindfold thing going on and Gildarts never really used his eyes to take in a scene fully anyway. They wandered along the trail, assumably going in the right direction lead by the Prime with the least sense of direction who held a glowing map in his hands.
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