Macbeth loved to watch Sorano when she fought, often forgetting about his own battles as he found himself unable to pull his eyes away from her, golden light bathing her as she unleashed her magic. On some level he always worried about the cost of her magic, but he couldn’t…wouldn’t stop her from fighting and not just because of their shared desire to atone and achieve the freedom that had been denied them. No he wouldn’t stop her, because when she was like this, her magic dancing around her and teasing at her clothes and hair, her eyes alight with determination he couldn’t help but think that she had achieved her wish…she might not be the Angel she had always envisioned when she was younger, but in his eyes she was an Angel. An avenging Angel, a warrior Angel…but an Angel none the less…and she was his Angel.
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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.
