⚜ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴛʜɪʀᴅ - video

[deathsought]

{ Zeref takes a moment to adjust the device. He's leaning forward, fidgeting with... something. The sound of a heavy object behind the screen being adjusted behind the device could very clearly be heard. The device seems to be placed strategically to leave as little detail about where he could possibly be posting from; the area behind him was non-descript, except for a simple bare, wooden wall, typical to buildings in Fayren. There were no nearby windows or any decoration of any kind behind him. }

Is the concept of a 'mage guild' truly so foreign to other worlds? Other worlds with magic, of course. { Zeref had never been a part of one, nor did he have any desire to join one, but they were such an integral part of society in his world that it seems strange to him that so few others seem to know what they are. At least they exist in Fayren. } I'm curious... in those worlds in which they do not exist, what, exactly are mages expected to do? Join the military? Live as hermits? Die?

{ He's aware of more than a few worlds where mages are persecuted out of fear by non-mages, if not killed outright. }

[ Pivate to Mavis - text; backdated to the 14th ]
Can you meet me at Scribes and Scripts? There's something I want to give you.

[ Pivate to Erza Scarlet - text ]
Hello, Erza. Are you available? I'd like to talk about something if you have time.

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[deathsought]

Yes.

{ Zeref finally got up from his seat behind the counter. In his hand was a small, white box, wrapped with a white ribbon. The two meet and Zeref leans in to kiss the top of Mavis' head. She's just short enough for that the possible.

He then hands her the box. }

It's hand-made. I hope you like it.

{ Inside would be a small, glass fairy ornament, just big enough to fit on her bedside table, or her desk in her office. }

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[fairysoul]

[Mavis pouts as she receives Zeref's kiss on her forehand. She doesn't like being reminded of how short she is - and that she has no hope of ever growing taller - especially not by her boyfriend.

Fortunately, the box quickly distracts her.]

You made something for me? With magic?

[She carefully unwraps it and her eyes widen as she discovers the pretty and delicate glass statue of afairy.]

Thank you, Zeref. It's beautiful.

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[deathsought]

A little. It's not going to get up and walk off, or anything like that.

{ He held off on the Living Magic, in other words. Mavis' reaction was everything he could have hoped for; he had chosen the colors for her, as well as the floral design. He was glad to see that his efforts paid off, and Mavis loved it as much as she did. }

You're very welcome, Mavis. Happy White Day.

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[fairysoul]

That's okay. It's wonderful anyway.

[She holds the fairy close to her heart.]

I'll treasure it, always.

[She looks up at him, a small smile gracing her lips.]

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[deathsought]

I'm glad you like it, Mavis.

{ Truly. He wasn't worried about her not liking it, but seeing her reaction warmed his heart all the same. As she looked up at him once more, he began bending forward, leaning down, towards her.

It should be clear what he wants. }

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[fairysoul]

[Very clear, indeed. A soft blush colors her cheeks as she closes her eyes and gets on tiptoes.

It's not their first kiss since they arrived in Genessia and still her heart starts racing in anticipation.

As soon as their lips touch, she feels a tingly warmth spread throughout her body.]

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[deathsought]

{ And there it was. No, it wasn't their first kiss. It wasn't even their first kiss in this world. But every time they do this, it always feels the same. And he can't get enough of it.

As she stands on her tiptoes to kiss him, one of his hands moves to her back to help support her. She's still a good head shorter than him, but now it's down to a science, to make their lips meet like this.

He wasn't sure how long it lasted. He wasn't counting. More than likely, he'd just continue until he was finally out of breath. }