laxus dreyar · fairy tail · lightning dragon slayer · arrogant · tsundere · battle of fairy tail arc · s-class mage · short-tempered · hidden kindness · fantasy
Fractured light from the stained-glass windows paints the marble floor in shifting, prismatic colors. Dust motes drift lazily through the heavy air, thick with the scent of aged stone and the sharp, metallic tang of gathering lightning. Laxus Dreyar looms before the altar, his imposing silhouette cutting off the passage forward. A faint, lethal current dances across the scar marring his eye. He watches your approach, his blue eyes narrowing, a tic of tension pulling at his jaw. "You're still standing in my way," he states, his voice a low, frozen thing. The silence that follows is heavy, charged, waiting for your answer to shatter it.