http://sadoslash.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sadoslash.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] soul_logs2011-11-06 10:07 pm

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Characters: Lucy and Sougo
Location: Lucy's room.
Rating: PG/PG-13
Time: December 28th
Description: Even though Sougo worked super hard on making Lucy's present, she was offended by it because she's ungrateful. So he supposes he's obligated to make it up to her.



This might have been considered breaking and entering in some places, but since it was Lucy -- that didn't matter. Who knew where she had been, but he knocked and told her he was coming in...only to discover that she wasn't there. Sure, he could have left. But he opted to wait around for her instead. She couldn't have been long, and if she saw him here...she would at least be forced to talk to him. It had already been a couple of days now since she was ignoring him. It was cute at first, but now it was just getting annoying.

Waiting patiently was boring, so he killed the time by going through her things and completely violating any privacy Lucy had hoped to keep. By the time the girl actually got back, she would find Sougo sitting in one of her chairs -- munching on cookies while reading a page of her story notes. And Sougo naturally looked up, greeting her with a simple, nonchalant: "Welcome back," before going back to what he was doing.

[identity profile] celestialistic.livejournal.com 2011-11-07 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
“Ahhh," cradling the papers against her chest protectively, she releases what might have been a sigh, “Even though Levy was supposed to be the first one to read everything.” There’s an uncomfortable pause before she snaps her attention back to Sougo. “’Took too long to get back’?

“… WAIT, FOR HOW LONG WERE YOU HERE!?!”

“And,” though she naturally wanted to continue on her way yelling, her voice temporarily betrays her and all loudness subsides, “… you didn’t read any-“ Lucy quickly shakes her head. Maybe it was better unasked; especially if he was unaware of the fact she wrote about him. However, brief (or not) it may have been.

Not to mention-- that she just realized that she forgot to ignore him. And while she would normally inwardly curse herself for it, she suspected that it was about time anyway. "Maybe." But, not to say that she was going to make it easy.
Edited 2011-11-07 19:49 (UTC)

[identity profile] celestialistic.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
The thought of him reading it was actually a lot less embarrassing than she thought it’d be. Not to say she didn’t shoot him a glare, but there was something oddly comforting about his smile.

Still holding onto the papers with her elbows, she hesitantly accepts the gift box. Though, he said he hadn't made this one, a large part of her still felt, more or less, skeptical. Though, given the circumstances, it was only natural. It wasn't every Christmas in which she received strips of ass hair. Cat-shaped or not.

Taking in a deep breath, she opens it.

[identity profile] celestialistic.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Taking the gift out and into her hands, her face lights up despite her fighting judgment and despite the fact that she decided she would make it hard for him.

"I-Is this really for me!?"

[identity profile] celestialistic.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
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."
Edited 2011-11-10 05:57 (UTC)

[identity profile] celestialistic.livejournal.com 2011-11-12 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe Lucy was getting swept up in the moment as well.

Regardless, it didn’t take much to get back and their usual playful banter definitely helped in this endeavor.

“Hey!” stepping back a little, she puts her hands on her waist. “Any card can be good as long as it’s played in the right hands, right?” Or so she heard, though, she can’t recall from whom; guesses momentarily shot at Cana though. “Anyway, thanks for the gift, Sougo,” she holds the gift back out in front of her and smiles a little at it, “it’s perfect.”

Compared to the last gift, this gift was God-sent, really, but she desists in saying this in earshot.

[identity profile] celestialistic.livejournal.com 2011-11-13 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
“Do you really think I’m that petty?” She shrugs her shoulders, “but to answer your question, I’m not mad.” There was just no possible way she could be. Not with this mood and timing.

Taking one last look at the necklace, Lucy passes Sougo an almost sheepish glance.

"Would it be all right if I wore it now?"

[identity profile] celestialistic.livejournal.com 2011-11-13 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Before she could even offer a blush or bat an eyelash, he was at it again.

“That doesn’t follow through with your previous statement at all!”

She reaches towards him and gives him a light chop to the head (or tries, it was hard to tell if she'd make it or not with Sougo's natural reflexes). “And are you really bringing this up right now!” Honestly between this and ass hairs, it’s hard to decide which tops her list.

[identity profile] celestialistic.livejournal.com 2011-11-13 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Reaching a hand up to her head, she rightfully face palms before going right back into her normally scheduled yelling.

"Sincere!?!" she waves her arms around frantically, as if gesturing at something or trying to make a point, or, several. "What about the word ....ugh, you know, sounds sincere to you!?"

[identity profile] celestialistic.livejournal.com 2011-11-14 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
She stares at him skeptically, before removing his hand.

"Somehow that's the last thing I want to hear from you." Though, the word "accept" sort of hits her soft spot. Somehow.

[identity profile] celestialistic.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
Lucy made a face at him before giving a stern "no thanks."

There was some light hints of deliberation as she watched him take her necklace away (she could only question what all of this even meant to her). Looking into her hands, she sheepishly agrees, eventually turning her back towards him.

"N-no funny business, all right?"

[identity profile] celestialistic.livejournal.com 2011-11-19 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Her cheeks felt unnervingly warm and somehow she couldn’t doubt the fact that this entire process must have been bad for her heart (it had to have been!). She shuts her eyes and squeezes them tightly, figuring it would calm her down some, but to absolutely no avail. But, as quickly as it started it was over and she was left feeling unexpectedly disappointed at their usual break in physical contact.

Speaking shyly and barely above a whisper, she begins to speak up again, “w-well there’s that, but,” a smile, “you also chose well.”