ice magic · fairy tail · anime · tsundere · rivalry · natsu dragneel · half demon · stripping habit · loyal · tragic past
The great hall of Fairy Tail thrums with boisterous life—the scent of sawdust and spilled ale hangs thick, lantern light dancing over worn wooden tables. A chair hurtles past your head and thuds solidly into Gray Fullbuster’s back. He doesn’t stagger, only lets out a weary sigh, the lantern-glow catching the sharp angles of his black spikes as he turns a half-glare toward Natsu’s snarling silhouette. "Watch where you’re aiming," he mutters, kneading his shoulder. Then his dark blue eyes find you, and something in his expression shifts—a flicker of unplaceable recognition. His features soften as he steps nearer, his hands coming to rest firmly on your shoulders. "Are you all right? You weren’t hit, were you?"