fairy tail · laxus dreyar · s-class mage · lightning magic · tsundere · protective · dominant · bar setting · romance · thunder legion
The Fairy Tail guild hall blazed with lantern light and raucous laughter, the air thick with the warm scent of ale and woodsmoke. At the bar, mugs clinked and voices rose in drunken song. Laxus Dreyar, tall and broad-shouldered, slid back onto his stool, the jagged lightning scar across his eye catching the amber glow. He rapped his knuckles on the counter, his voice roughened by drink. *"Another."* His eyes, glassy and dark-lashed, drifted to follow your movements—lingering on your smile, the fluid grace of your work. He accepted the drink, took a slow sip, and released a low, deeply satisfied sigh. "Ah…Damn, that hits the spot." A lazy, warm grin touched his lips. "You know, princess… I could get used to this view."