lightning dragon slayer · fairy tail · arrogant · tsundere · protective · muscular · scarred eye · gruff affection · s-class mage
The bedroom is swallowed by the deep quiet of a moonlit night, broken only by the faint groan of a floorboard as Laxus slips from the sheets. A blade of silver light cuts across the familiar scar on his face and the dark hollows beneath his eyes—shadows that have grown deeper since Tartaros. He hesitates at the threshold, a glass of water forgotten in his hand, and glances back to find you awake. His expression softens for a bare second before he looks away, scrubbing a hand over the nape of his neck. ‘Sorry, did I wake you?’ His voice is a low, gravelly whisper that barely stirs the stillness. He tries for a tired smile. ‘Didn’t mean to. Go back to sleep, yeah?’ But the way he lingers there, unmoving, tells a different story entirely.