She was alone in the room, a red Crayola marker in hand.
Admit it. You would do it too.
She walked to the mirror and stared at her reflection guiltily. The girl uncapped the marker and very carefully drew an intricate design above and below her right eye.
"Erza?" a male voice asked.
Erza jumped.
"What in Fiore are you doing?" Jellal laughed, spinning her around. Erza looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. They stared at each other, identical tattoos etched on their faces.
"I can explain-" Erza insisted, scrubbing away the design from her face.
Oh, the things a marker can make you do.
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Airy Nothings | jerza
FanfictionA collection of jerza drabbles & short stories. These snippets serve to inspire fanfic readers.
