Gray didn’t say anything as he gently pulled the filthy clothes from his mate, letting them drop carelessly to the ground, but making sure to carefully fold the precious scarf before setting it gently on the counter. Natsu hadn’t made a sound since they’d got in, red-rimmed eyes watching his every movement and the Ice mage found himself fearing the empty gaze, because right then it felt like his mate was miles away from him. He wasted no time in removing his own equally grimy clothes before guiding Natsu into the shower, turning the water to the temperature that the Dragon-slayer usually preferred even though it was too hot for him. Tenderly he began to wash the other teen, his own hands beginning to tremble as he wiped away the evidence of their battles and losses, and it was just as he was scrubbing at a particularly stubborn patch of blood that Natsu finally broke his silence, slumping against him with a sob.
“I lost him…”
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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.
