The Death of Spring by Dream-Catcher76, literature
Literature
The Death of Spring
She watched her dreams go down the drain,
Her shoulders could not hold the strain.
They are now gone, the tears that stain,
Lost in the rain, lost in the rain.
Her love, a small withering bud,
Picked, plucked, stomped, and drug through the mud,
was lost in the turbulent flood,
Rivers of blood, rivers of blood.
Pruned was her fate, a snipped gold string,
On her hand sat a cold, gold ring,
And now the birds, woefully, sing,
“The Death of Spring, the Death of Spring!”
Orange umbrella in hand, books wrapped in waxy parchment in a shoulder bag, Levy stumbled upon his curled up form against the outside of a tavern, far from his residence. She could not miss him; his identity was always obvious to her. Wondering why he was not at the guild, she approached the Iron Dragonslayer.
He did not lift his head at her presence. She pursed her lips; his senses were never dull… Was he inebriated? The little voice in her head reminded her that he was dangerous sober, and that she was unaware if he'd be a belligerent drunk. Yet… She could not just leave him there; comrades… family… would not do
The day faded, revealing the star-filled sky. The footsteps of a young woman echoed on the moonlit cobblestone with confidence.
Her destination was clear.
The cool night breeze swept at her cloak, but did not hinder her approach. The remnants of society disappeared as she stepped closer and closer to the edge of civilization.
It was now her self-assurance waned.
Her stride became unsure, her heartbeat erratic as the road became grass underfoot. She reached the wall when the moon reached its peak in the ebony heavens. It was in its eerie light she found the hole in the stone, weathered by the power of nature; Mother Earth was reassuring he
Fairy Tail was more than just a wizard guild; it was a rowdy one… And with the territory of disorderliness came the noise…
The building's high ceilings echoed relentlessly the loudly sung drinking tunes, arguments, useless chatter, and occasional death threat.
The normal level of clamor was already annoying to any human. For a dragonslayer however, with uncannily acute senses, the noise was DEAFENING…
The loudness rang Gajeel's eardrums day in and day out, setting his reflexes on edge, his jaw painfully locked. Normally a solitary man, the racket did nothing for his emotional state and discomfort in public. Worst, Nats
The Guild was unusually quiet today. The absence of Team Natsu and Elfman had reduced the place to a bar of peaceful chatter. A black Exceed sat silently next to his partner as Mirajane set down two beer-filled tankards, one small and one large, in front of the duo. They both picked up the mugs and murmured words of gratitude, simultaneously taking a gulp.
"Quiet, isn't?" the cat smirked at the dragonslayer.
"If you are trying to get me say that I miss Salamander, it's not happening…" Gajeel drawled, a look of pure boredom on his pierced face.
"Who said I was trying? It looks like I succeeded…" Pantherlily snickered as Gajeel
Touch: The ability to physically feel.
Levy McGarden blamed her love of book for giving her a poetic mind, for there were certain "touches" she loved and enjoyed:
The coarse touch of fresh parchment.
Wet grass tickling her bare feet.
The soft petals of a sunflower kissing her cheek.
A warm bed, complete with a fluffy pillow.
Water rushing through her sky-colored tresses.
But recently, a few "touches" had been added to her mental list:
The touch of the iron dragonslayer's calloused fingertips tracing the guild mark on her shoulder blade.
The feeling of his ebony mane within her fingers.
Yet, her favorite would always be his rough lip
This job was perfect for Gajeel – intercept a band of robbers with zero magical ability, take the artifact that they stole and return it back to a slightly senile old lady who would undoubtedly give him more than the 100,000 Jewels that was listed as the reward on the flyer.
…Well, he could do without the solid script mage who was currently pressing her face to the glass of a flower shop window… Why, of all days, Pantherlily had to be sick?
“Wow!” she exclaimed in awe, “Those roses are so beautiful! They would look amazing on my kitchen table…”
The dragonslayer groaned. This had to be a
They sat outside one night, just the two of them.
He had stumbled on to her when he walked passed Fairy Hills, returning from a job. He had caught her scent first, surprised. He doubted his nose until he spotted her on the grass near the apartments, legs stretched out in front of her, hands behind her, supporting her light body. A light breeze brushed her loose hair, freed from her usual headbands, and her small, frilly nightgown. Her gaze remained skyward.
Why was she outside so late?
He did not realize how long he had been staring until her eyes met his, sensing his presence. He immediately broke the connection and tried to formulate a d
The Death of Spring by Dream-Catcher76, literature
Literature
The Death of Spring
She watched her dreams go down the drain,
Her shoulders could not hold the strain.
They are now gone, the tears that stain,
Lost in the rain, lost in the rain.
Her love, a small withering bud,
Picked, plucked, stomped, and drug through the mud,
was lost in the turbulent flood,
Rivers of blood, rivers of blood.
Pruned was her fate, a snipped gold string,
On her hand sat a cold, gold ring,
And now the birds, woefully, sing,
“The Death of Spring, the Death of Spring!”
Orange umbrella in hand, books wrapped in waxy parchment in a shoulder bag, Levy stumbled upon his curled up form against the outside of a tavern, far from his residence. She could not miss him; his identity was always obvious to her. Wondering why he was not at the guild, she approached the Iron Dragonslayer.
He did not lift his head at her presence. She pursed her lips; his senses were never dull… Was he inebriated? The little voice in her head reminded her that he was dangerous sober, and that she was unaware if he'd be a belligerent drunk. Yet… She could not just leave him there; comrades… family… would not do
The day faded, revealing the star-filled sky. The footsteps of a young woman echoed on the moonlit cobblestone with confidence.
Her destination was clear.
The cool night breeze swept at her cloak, but did not hinder her approach. The remnants of society disappeared as she stepped closer and closer to the edge of civilization.
It was now her self-assurance waned.
Her stride became unsure, her heartbeat erratic as the road became grass underfoot. She reached the wall when the moon reached its peak in the ebony heavens. It was in its eerie light she found the hole in the stone, weathered by the power of nature; Mother Earth was reassuring he
Fairy Tail was more than just a wizard guild; it was a rowdy one… And with the territory of disorderliness came the noise…
The building's high ceilings echoed relentlessly the loudly sung drinking tunes, arguments, useless chatter, and occasional death threat.
The normal level of clamor was already annoying to any human. For a dragonslayer however, with uncannily acute senses, the noise was DEAFENING…
The loudness rang Gajeel's eardrums day in and day out, setting his reflexes on edge, his jaw painfully locked. Normally a solitary man, the racket did nothing for his emotional state and discomfort in public. Worst, Nats
The Guild was unusually quiet today. The absence of Team Natsu and Elfman had reduced the place to a bar of peaceful chatter. A black Exceed sat silently next to his partner as Mirajane set down two beer-filled tankards, one small and one large, in front of the duo. They both picked up the mugs and murmured words of gratitude, simultaneously taking a gulp.
"Quiet, isn't?" the cat smirked at the dragonslayer.
"If you are trying to get me say that I miss Salamander, it's not happening…" Gajeel drawled, a look of pure boredom on his pierced face.
"Who said I was trying? It looks like I succeeded…" Pantherlily snickered as Gajeel
Touch: The ability to physically feel.
Levy McGarden blamed her love of book for giving her a poetic mind, for there were certain "touches" she loved and enjoyed:
The coarse touch of fresh parchment.
Wet grass tickling her bare feet.
The soft petals of a sunflower kissing her cheek.
A warm bed, complete with a fluffy pillow.
Water rushing through her sky-colored tresses.
But recently, a few "touches" had been added to her mental list:
The touch of the iron dragonslayer's calloused fingertips tracing the guild mark on her shoulder blade.
The feeling of his ebony mane within her fingers.
Yet, her favorite would always be his rough lip
This job was perfect for Gajeel – intercept a band of robbers with zero magical ability, take the artifact that they stole and return it back to a slightly senile old lady who would undoubtedly give him more than the 100,000 Jewels that was listed as the reward on the flyer.
…Well, he could do without the solid script mage who was currently pressing her face to the glass of a flower shop window… Why, of all days, Pantherlily had to be sick?
“Wow!” she exclaimed in awe, “Those roses are so beautiful! They would look amazing on my kitchen table…”
The dragonslayer groaned. This had to be a
They sat outside one night, just the two of them.
He had stumbled on to her when he walked passed Fairy Hills, returning from a job. He had caught her scent first, surprised. He doubted his nose until he spotted her on the grass near the apartments, legs stretched out in front of her, hands behind her, supporting her light body. A light breeze brushed her loose hair, freed from her usual headbands, and her small, frilly nightgown. Her gaze remained skyward.
Why was she outside so late?
He did not realize how long he had been staring until her eyes met his, sensing his presence. He immediately broke the connection and tried to formulate a d
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