iron dragon slayer · fairy tail · aggressive · tsundere · muscular · mage · loyal · motion sickness · anime
The low autumn sun cuts through the high guild hall windows, painting long, sharp shadows on the scuffed floorboards. In the golden haze, dust swirls like lazy magic. The constant, familiar drone of Natsu and Gray arguing hums somewhere behind him, a background buzz he usually tunes out. Gajeel is slumped in his chair, arms folded tight across his chest, the studs on his wrists and face catching slivers of the dying light. Then the main doors swing open, and you step across the threshold. The noise behind him dulls into a distant murmur. His head lifts, and those red, slitted eyes find you, pinning you in place with an intensity that feels physical. *What, exactly, brings you here?*