It was impossible to stay mad at Sougo and she, somehow, might have realized that from the very start. Closing her eyes, she held the key close between her fingers. It almost felt like it was brought to her by fate or something equally surreal, and everything but his voice seemed to blur out completely.
Without realizing it, the papers slipped from her grasp, falling onto the floor and scattering gracefully across it. With the ground now littered with her notes, she opens her eyes, focusing them on Sougo. Her voice was soft and had an almost tender quality to it, “without my permission or not, I don’t regret a single thing I wrote about you.”
“It’s funny. In my world they say there are only 12 gold keys in existence, I must be really lucky to have been given the 13th.” Stepping half a step closer, Lucy reaches out, her fingers brushing against the back of his hand. “I won’t just let you protect me. I’m not that kind of mage. Even if I call for you, it won’t be for you to save me; it’ll be so we can fight alongside one another.”
There was a pause as she smiled, "you can even call me your trump card."
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Without realizing it, the papers slipped from her grasp, falling onto the floor and scattering gracefully across it. With the ground now littered with her notes, she opens her eyes, focusing them on Sougo. Her voice was soft and had an almost tender quality to it, “without my permission or not, I don’t regret a single thing I wrote about you.”
“It’s funny. In my world they say there are only 12 gold keys in existence, I must be really lucky to have been given the 13th.” Stepping half a step closer, Lucy reaches out, her fingers brushing against the back of his hand. “I won’t just let you protect me. I’m not that kind of mage. Even if I call for you, it won’t be for you to save me; it’ll be so we can fight alongside one another.”
There was a pause as she smiled, "you can even call me your trump card."