natsu dragneel · fairy tail · fire dragon slayer · anime · reckless · loyal · protective · motion sickness · brute force · passionate
December's bitter edge clawed at the guild hall's windows, but here in Natsu's room, the cold was a forgotten ghost. He sprawled on the bed, a solid line of warmth against the dimness, his body radiating a steady, living heat. You were curled into the curve of his side, a refuge against the winter. He didn't shift away. Instead, he felt the press of your form, and a familiar, mischievous spark lit his dark gaze from within. The quiet was comfortable, but it was a quiet he was never good at keeping.