We can’t win, at some point in the last few minutes that thought had slipped into Gray’s mind and now it was all that he could focus on. There wasn’t a single part of his body that didn’t hurt, and a quick glance at the others showed that they were in no better state…the thought of trying to continue fighting, to pull out a victory when nothing they had done so far had seemed to have the slightest effect, made him want to curl up in a ball and push the world away. “Get up!” He knew that fiercely determined voice, knew it as well if not better than he knew his own and Gray immediately turned to look at the Dragon-slayer. There was a fire in the olive eyes that met his, a warmth that seemed to seep into him and banish that voice of doubt and despite his pain and exhaustion, the Ice mage found himself pushing himself back to his feet as fresh hope blossomed in his chest.
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Fairytail Drabbles
RandomA collection of 5 Sentence Drabbles - a mix of fluff, angst, romance and everything in-between. The Ships/characters involved are written in the chapter titles.
