100 Ways To Fall In Love

Lyon Vastia

CHANCES: New Beginnings

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There's a fragile and bitter kind of beauty that is found in the winter. A reluctant discomfort alongside newfound strength as one looks out upon the ground that's beginning to be covered with freshly fallen snow. A cold and distant sensation that nips at the edge or your nose and sends your heart to a pause. A kind of beauty that Lyon feels represents you.

His first impression of you was quick and rather shallow. Your beauty is undeniable but leaves a rather strange sensation swirling in the pit of his stomach. It's something almost nostalgic.

You are seemingly just another person who he happens to pass by. Another soul that he shares the surface of this earth with. Another individual that associates themselves with similar people. Just another person.

In truth, Lyon didn't think there was much to you. You tend to blend in with your more tame and mild attitude, especially among the loud and rowdy individuals of Fairy Tail. You have a passive nature and tend to let things happen to you instead of going out in the world and changing things yourself.

There are many words exchanged between the two of you during your first interaction. Perhaps too many.

Lyon thinks that he likely would have found himself engaged in an argument with you if not for the playful look in your eyes. He thinks that look is very Fairy Tail.

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His second impression of you isn't much better. You're crying and alone.

At first, Lyon wasn't even certain if it was you. Your white cloak covered your small form as you sat in a dark and lonely corner. He knew for certain that a maiden had been crying and what kind of a person he would be if he just left someone alone on the street.

The snow is just beginning to stick to the ground.

Lyon can't see his own breath but he can see yours.

"Are... are you okay?" asked Lyon.

You don't respond but your small sobs seem to stop. The snow crunches beneath Lyon's feet as he makes his way over to you. He feels a lump begin to form in his throat as his mind begins to fill with all the strange scenarios that could happen. He's not nervous but there are definitely many ways that this situation could go wrong.

His slow steps seem to catch your attention as your head jerks up and your eyes meet with his own.

Lyon finds himself taken back by how bright your eyes seem to shine.

They're like stars in the night.

There's no shame in your face. No fear or anger. Just surprise and sadness, which Lyon now realises is a rather strange combination. Your face is contorted in an unusual way that would have made the Ice Make Wizard laugh if the situation had been different. Lyon wasn't sure of what to say.

What could he have said that wouldn't make it worse?

Words seem to escape him entirely as your eyes speak volumes.

They're the eyes of someone who has loved and lost. So fragile, like frost upon a window pane the morning after it snows. So bitter, like the fury of a woman scorned. He supposes that's why you've found yourself out here and not inside with your loud and boisterous crew.

After a long while of staring, you rub the tears out of your eyes. It's almost beautiful as you look up to the clouded sky and take a deep breath in.

You suddenly seem so at peace with the world. So happy despite having just cried.