independent roleplay blog for gajeel redfox of fairy tail. open to interaction with characters from all fandoms.
( tracks: noms iron or nomsiron )
☏: Drunk, High, or Emotional Voicemail.
✍: Handwritten Letter.
✉: Drunk or Autocorrected Texts [Specify which!].
❤: A brief explanation of how my muse feels about yours.
♬: A playlist of 5 songs my muse associates yours [or their relationship] with.
☠: One thing my muse would tell yours before kicking the bucket.
“Nein, guten Tag.”
“It means ‘good day’ in German.”
Nine gluten tags? Gajeel’s confusion was obvious, edging towards irritation. Whatever this woman was saying, it was nonsense to him. He only hoped she was speaking gibberish and not the words of a curse or spell.
"Well why didn’t ya just say that in the first place!? I don’t speak whatever that is either, lady.” He folded his arms. “… Who are you, anyway?”
Moon boobs? I beg your PARDON!?
“No, I.. Let’s drop the subject shall we? I’m still not all that comfortable about my.. coming to terms. At least not on the level where I can address it so casually. And no, I am not a bloody nurse! Why do you lot always ask that..”
JUST SAYING THEY PROBABLY EACH HAVE THEIR OWN GRAVITATIONAL PULL.
A slight frown, but no reason to press her further. “… Don’t make any difference to me.” What kind of an accent did this lady have? Gajeel couldn’t confess to being particularly well traveled. Didn’t ring any bells.
"Well, I dunno; blood-bags, ain’t that all doctor stuff? … Guess your uniform ain’t really right, though." He scowled at the shield-shaped crest affixed above her heart. Some sort of guild crest, he wondered?
“You saw nothing, strange looking fellow. Go on then. Off with you!”
Who’s strange-looking, moon-boobs?
"What’re you so uptight about. Think I ain’t seen a little blood? … You some kinda night-nurse or somethin’?"
- bloodstarvedking started following you
"What… the hell?"
A stab of disbelief pierced his senses, red eyes flashing to their target. Man? Monster? His nerves thrummed with the overpowering presence, a familiar power, and one he’d likely never forget: the same power, the same scent of the beast that had nearly spelled the end for all of Fairy Tail on Tenrou Island. The Black Dragon, Acnologia. Instantly guarded, the iron-studded brows sank into a wary scowl. There was no mistaking that scent. But this certainly wasn’t the form he recalled seven years hence.
"That ain’t possible…"