Audio Without Visual

Fraxus Love Fest, Day 6: Distance/ Away from Each Other

(Side note: My mention of Kohniur text is a nod to my fanfic "Lion's Pride," where the villain is Kefira, the ancient Queen of Kohinur.)

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It happened sometimes. Laxus was an S-Class wizard, and although the rest of them were his bodyguards, some missions had to be taken solo. The Raijinshuu were used to doing missions on their own as well, simple tasks unworthy of Laxus, ways to train and get stronger ... for him!

It still felt empty. To Freed, it was like life was an overcast sky, without rain nor sun. No lightning, no glorious yellow hair and radiant blue eyes.

Evergreen was off with Elfman again, and Bickslow ... who knows what he did these days! Freed was reading at home, a thick book Levy lent to him, an utterly gripping dissertation on the linguistic history of pre-civilized Boscoan southern dialect and its similarities to morpheme combinations in ancient Kohinur text, containing documents in the vernacular as opposed to transliterated versions to better observe the syntax similarities.

He also realized that he and Levy were probably two of the only people in all of Fiore who would find this book fascinating.

However, his reading was cut short by the lacrima phone blinking. Freed felt a leap of excitement. No one had a connection to his lacrima phone except the Raijinshuu. Evergreen would never call him unless she needed something, and Bickslow kept losing his phone. It had to be Laxus. Still, he calmly answered it.

"Freed here," he said stoically to hide his racing heart.

"Hey," came the gruff voice. "Just thought I'd call."

"How was the mission?" Freed asked, setting his book aside and trotting over to the bedroom so he could curl up on the bed and imagine Laxus' face. There was a painting of him hanging on the wall, as if the Thunder God was gazing down at Freed as he slept.

"The mission was a bit harder than they led on, but it wasn't a problem. I still wish I had taken you guys with me, if only to keep me from getting bored."

"Perhaps next time you'll let us follow and simply not tell the client."

"That's not fair to you guys. By the way, where are the others?"

"Out on a date, and who knows about Bickslow," said Freed.

"So what are you up to? Reading some boring book about dead languages again?"

Freed huffed disdainfully. "It's historically riveting."

Laxus chuckled in amusement. "I'm sure. So, you've got free time?"

"I told you, I'm reading," Freed said with a smirk. "Whatever you have in mind had better be worth ancient Kohinur text."

"Oooh, not sure if I can beat that." Such a flippant tone from Laxus made Freed laugh, and the Lightning Dragon Slayer hummed to hear the sweet sound. "My offer is rather boring in comparison."

His offer, huh? "Oh? And what would that be?"

"Talking."

"Well, a good conversation can be intellectually ... stimulating," Freed said, ending in a low, seductive tone.

"Damn, Freed, your voice is sexy on this. I miss the video lacrima, though."

"I still have one."

"Yeah, but I don't. Warren's comm-devices are small and useful, but they lack visual."