the moon scene ✵ graylu + gruvia ✓

i. juvia

a graylu x gruvia short-story
all excerpts in [italics] are
lyrics which are not
my own, but are
phildel's.

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To feel him beneath my fingertips; to have the warmth of him moving inside me on those nights we spent together; to have the warmth of bare skin against mind; Gray was my lust.

I tried so hard to capture his attention. A fool of myself I've made countless times when making sure no other woman could rival my openness towards him. When all we shared was the physicality of our love, I wanted more; I wanted to feel him inside me--in a different way.

I tried so hard to obtain his affection. I do not know what those dark eyes of his see me as; could he see me as too easy of an object, a trophy he won without even competing in the game?

He lays here beside me. We sleep together at night, and we wake up together in the same bed. When we first lay down, we become attached to each other. When we wake up, we are always just as animalistic with our sex. But everything in between is lost, empty spaces usually filled with the normality of romance. We are not a couple of tradition.

We sleep on different sides of the bed. The sheets aren't nearly as comforting as I imagine his arms to be. His embrace is cold, but somehow my side of the mattress is a desolation I wade in by myself. It is lonely to be on my own, but somehow I feel twice as empty when he is right by my side.

[Your absence resounds
like a siren, but my presence
brings no more than silence]

I rolled out of bed, and he did not move a muscle. I placed my hand on his chest, and he did not bat an eye. But as soon as I walked to the kitchen to fire up the coffee machine, he was wide awake. Was I nothing more than a toy to him?

Gray soon stumbled out of bed as well. Both of us half naked, clothed in undergarments and swaddled lazily in blankets from the nest we slept in. He had the nerve to smile at me as he strolled to the kitchen; his obsidian eyes resembled a deep shade of morning lust.

He was using me, but I could only smile and go along with his play.

[I don't know where I've
been, and it's been such a
long time since I really saw
the difference between you
and I...]

Gray, if I am a puppet, I will let you play my strings. Tell me what to do, and I will make sure it is done without the hint of a complaint. I will be at your call, a messenger for your errands, a saviour for your pains.

That could be why he fell for her instead. Like me, she knew no limits, yet she sailed past her obstacles like a ship cutting through the river a glacier left in its wake. She was so strong, she was so confident.

She was like me in so many ways, except in the way that she did not love him like I did. That is where Gray and I are too much alike; we want what we can't have.

[You know he betrays you,
as much as he saves you]

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E. Koroleva © 2016
a short fairy tail fan-
fic to explain the laws
of physical love.
xx