𝓜𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝓢𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙨

𝓱appy birthday to @WoodenFaerie .ᐟ she has baked her a chocolate cake —— dark and rich. the gothic nature design intending to capture the essence of her character.

𝓠UADRUPLE IT AND PASS IT TO THE NEXT PERSON .ᐟ ❨ now is not a good time. ❩

+ she‘s no healer. she wouldn‘t be able to fully heal him, but she could conduct first aid to prevent the severity of his wounds and injuries.

𝓶irajane drinks in the sight of him, taking a while to process the current situation. a mysterious man critically injured, drenched in crimson, leaving a trail of blood spilling all over the floor. plethora of questions come to +

+ nearest empty chair, beckoning her closer. heeding his invitation, she stands in front of him, her hand reaching down to cup and caress his chin. ❝prepare to be surprised, handsome.❞ a playful wink follows her declaration.

+ ❝what .ᐣ❞ she stands still in anticipation, hanging onto his every word. he finally pushes down his blindfold, unraveling his captivating azure eyes, impeccably framed by long lashes. she meets his gaze, and he leans in again, their +

+ sensitive one, isn‘t he .ᐣ he doesn‘t even hide it. glossed lips curl into a smirk. too wrapped up in him, she ignores the commotion around her. she‘s not the kind to shirk her responsibilities, but she delegates the care of the pub +

𝓲t‘s clear that he‘s more than meets the eye. mirajane detects the immense power he radiates. she‘s encountered plenty of powerful people, and while they ought to intimidate, he is different —— he‘s got a natural charisma, and he‘s drawing +

// I MADE IT. THANK YOU!