[graylu week 2014] bouquet
series. fairy tail
prompt. cold. for graylu week 2014
summary. He doesn’t know why he wakes up reaching for the ghost of a girl long gone.
author’s note. Written from Natsu’s POV and therefore, all the GraLu is rather subtle and understated. Nonetheless, this is what brain produces.
He awakens and it takes all of his will not to call.
Four am and the blue moonlight filters through his curtains, as it has every night for the past six years. Natsu Dragneel wonders when his dreams became a thing to dread, a soft, nagging whisper of how his world could have been.
He’s given up on trying to make sense of it all.
The blue moonlight dyes his cat’s fur a lovely shade of colbalt. Happy sleeps peacefully at the foot of his bed, unaware of the turmoil taking place at the head.
Against his better judgment, he activates the lacrima.
He remembers every thing about that day in vivd detail, down to the shimmering crystals embedded in the star-shaped, snowflake pins holding the bouquets of lilies and asters together.
She is beautiful and elegant, her privileged upbringing shining through the gossamer veil shrouding her features. Laxus Dreyer offers her his arm and she smiles.
Master Makarov would have been the one to walk her down the aisle had he not been officiating the ceremony.
He knows she wishes her father was still alive to walk with her on this very important journey. He knows she wishes her mother was waiting in the first row, dabbing away at her tears with a dainty lace handkerchief.
Instead, Natsu concentrates on trying not to let the hitch in his breathing be noticed by the man on his left.
Stars are warm—Levy once told him—but the magnetic fields between them keep them far apart. Deep space is colder than ice, turns a body into ice after exposure.
Maybe that’s why they ended up together, Natsu muses. The icy chill of space is the only thing that balances the warmth of the stars, keeps them from destroying themselves. A dragon’s flame pales in comparison to the extreme warmth of a star’s core.
They would end up swallowing each other whole with little regard to balance of the world.
“Natsu? Are you alright?
Lucy Heartfilia-Fullbuster’s sleepy yet warm voice echoes through the lacrima. It’s loud enough to rouse Happy from sleep, prompting the Exceed to crawl up and snuggle into his pillow instead.
"Yeah. I just wanted to make sure Gray remembered about tomorrow afternoon."
“You called just for that?" Lucy says with a small laugh. "Don’t worry—I won’t let him forget.”
Her warm voice is replaced with a deeper baritone and Gray Fullbuster’s sleepy face fills the lacrima.
“Oi, Flame-brain, you do realize it’s four in the morning, right?”
"You should be grateful I bothered to remind you about this job, Popscicle," Natsu retorts, the familiar irritation running through his body. "Erza will kill us if we’re not there on time. Besides, you’re the one who needs the extra cash.”
“Yeah, yeah," his oldest, and closest, friend dismisses. "Since I’ve got your attention, we’ve been wanting to ask you some thing important.”
“Will you be our child’s godfather?”
It’s a perfectly reasonable request, Natsu knows. They have a dangerous line of work and are members of one of the strongest and most targeted guilds in the world. The thought of raising a child—of raising Gray and Lucy’s child—terrifies him and for once, Natsu doesn’t know what to say.
"I’ve got your back," he says, his voice thick with emotion.
Six years later, the twins stand on either side of him, clothed in black. Each child clutches a frozen bouquet of lilies and asters, gently placing them on the headstones in the cathedral cemetery.
"Do you think Papa is living among the stars with Mama?" The boy asks his sister.
"Don’t you know?" Natsu responds quietly. "The warmth of the stars is so great that the icy chill of space is the only thing keeping the universe in check."
The boy smiles at his answer before opening up his chubby hand and showing off what lay in his palm. A tiny ice dragon curls up against his skin, settling down for a nap.
"Ne, Natsu-jii, what will happen to us now?" The girl asks.
He takes one long look at the grave of his two best friends.
"We step forward."