Mest liked his scars, he knew that was a rather unusual attitude to take, especially with the visible one on his face but he didn’t care. For him scars were precious memories, every mark and blemish told a tale of its own, a tale of where he had been and what he had endured. What made them more precious was that they couldn’t be erased. His magic could wipe away memories in an instance if he chose, and for the most part he had even forgotten how he had got most of the scars that now covered his body. But the scars remained, they reminded him that he had survived, that he had lived even if he had forgotten it and for that they were irreplaceable.
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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.
