Lyon Vastia x Reader

Confrontation

A/N: Okay, this part took me a while to get right, but I hope all of you enjoy it! *cries* oh the drama!
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To say that everyone is surprised, about (Y/N)'s dramatic entrance from the dead, will be an understatement, especially for Lyon, considering the various emotions that are filling his body.

Hell, even some of the evil mages of Sabertooth are showing the tiniest bit of interest in the (h/c) haired woman, who is standing in the center of the arena.

What shocks people the most is how she silently walks over to the watch stands, sitting in her own little cubby, and waiting for the events to start.

The announcers brake the silent tension in the air by speaking excitedly, "This is unreal and unexpected! In all of our years of hosting the Grand Magic Games, we have never had a single competitor! Well folks, things have gotten all the more interesting!"

Loud cheers slowly start and the audience is becoming more enthralled with the yearly event's surprise addition. The happiness that comes with the event is back. Though, not everyone feels the same way.

While the announcer is explaining the event that will take place in the next twenty minutes, Lyon makes his way to his former lover and slams her against the wall, anger evident in his eyes, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, (Y/N)!?"

The (e/c) eyed woman looks up at the ice make mage, noting the anger in his eyes and how his lips are formed into a thin line just like hers. She will not deny that the fierce glare, that is aimed towards her, makes her flinch slightly, but she is not, in no way, frightened by him.

That being said, she expects this from Lyon and knows he will want an explanation as well as the rest of her former nakama, but that is the last thing on her mind right now.

"Didn't you see me walk into the arena? That is what it is, Lyon, so do not come here and harm me just because you cannot keep your anger in check," those cold words, combining with the icy tone she uses, may make her heart hurt, but (Y/N) has to make Lyon know that she is not cracking under the pressure.

The sadness embedded into her former teammates' eyes from afar makes her eyes burn with guilty, unshed tears.

Lyon's face softens once he sees (Y/N) struggling to keep her emotions in check and sighs, "Why did you leave? All of us mourned for you and I still couldn't accept that you have died, but now I find out that you've been alive...How?"

Staring into his blue eyes, her (h/c) hair moves out of the way of her covered eye, revealing a large scar that started from the top of her eyelid to the start of her cheek. A flash of sympathy and pity flashes through his eyes, making (Y/N) frown and aim a deadly glare towards him, "Never look at me like that again. I am not some fragile little piece of porcelain that will break at the smallest touch. I am not someone who needs pity from people!"

She pushes his hands off of her wrists with her arms and walks away, not hearing the faint sound of an apology coming from Lyon, but she would not hear any of it.

This confrontation is only the beginning of something far bigger...