Gray x Male!Reader x Lyon [Chapter 1]Warning: Contains bad language. Wrapping his hands around his drink, [Male Name] let out a soft sigh of relief. His [eye colour] eyes glanced down to glass in his hands, a small smile pressing onto his lips as he gazed into the familiar alcoholic liquid. He was in his own little corner, quiet and calm, separated from the rest of the world. It was as if he had his own little bubble that only he could function within, and nobody could ever step foot into his territory. Outside of this so-called 'bubble', the guild was simply erupting with excitement. Guild-mates cheered and playfully fought, friends giggled together and things were being tossed around in their boisterous actions. [Male Name] wasn't exactly the type to cause ruckus - far from that, actually. He was a calm individual with odd little perks, and didn't tend to concern himself much with others. On the contrary, others seem to want to concern their selves with&
Moon and the BridgeThe stars, spread across the night’s sky, were brighter than usual tonight. The grass felt soft and welcoming with its light touch; the longer I walked, the more therapeutic it felt. Even when my foot scraped against a rock, it didn’t take away from the building serenity; I only needed a few more steps in the grass to wash the pain completely away.The last few nights had been too cold for these walks; and when my only way to relieve stress was from walking, it was nice to be able to do just that. Most would argue that I could’ve worn a coat on the colder nights, but it wasn’t the same without the night’s breeze touching my skin, or without feeling the soft kiss of the grass on my feet. I took in a deep breath, and I could almost taste the stars and the clouds. I felt so close to the sky on nights like this.I traveled as far as I could on the grass. There was a dirt road up ahead, and further up that road was a bridge. I allowed my feet to saturate
The Simple Life Chapter 35 "Hey?" The voice was distant, practically non-existent, and as she stared intently at nothing in particular, one would think she was looking at the steam rising from the cup of coffee she had poured for herself. But if they had said that, they couldn’t have been more wrong. For she wasn't in her kitchen, she wasn't in Ponyville, she was not staring at a cup of coffee. "Hey?!" It was louder and more urgent, but she paid it no mind as she was a million miles away. After all, who could pay attention to such a small voice where she was. Back in the far east, surrounded by angry screams and the never-ending clash of steel against steel. The stench of death made her stomach turn. Bodies littered the ground.
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