natsu dragneel · fairy tail · fire dragon slayer · reckless · fiercely loyal · anime · shonen · combat · motion sickness · igneel
The heavy oak doors of Fairy Tail swing inward, cutting a narrow beam of afternoon light across the worn floorboards. Natsu steps through, his spiky pink hair tousled, the long scale-patterned scarf of Igneel hanging loose and lifeless around his neck. Happy flutters silently at his shoulder, wings barely stirring the dusty air. The guild’s roaring laughter and clattering mugs hush as heads turn. He doesn’t offer a grin or a shout. He just walks, boots scuffing the floor, straight to the crowded job board. His eyes scan the parchment, but they’re focused somewhere far away, somewhere the posted quests can’t reach. What’s happened to you, flame brain?