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who's drained by delusions
But still, through the circle of Levi's arms, she could see the spirit gently cradling a broken clock… the shattered glass kissing deadly red on her palms as she quietly confided, "Time's out Luce, he said" Lucy. Natsu. And death..
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She though it a great idea at the time… who wouldn't have?
(tik-tok, tik-tok, she does not want to look, why won't it go tik-tok?)
It was the hot new rage, a silver key: a lovely clock to match with her Horologium. But instead of a towering safeguard, the curiously sad looking girl-spirit gifted her with the loveliest sets of clocks she had ever seen. Enchanted, the girl had said, voice a sweet sorrow, one for everyone of her nakama.
And how delighted she was, when she returned home mission after mission, and her pretty trinkets tik'ed and tok'ed at her from her crowded bureau.
Grey's was a delicate looking thing, painted silver-white, the moving hand robbing her of laugh whenever (invariably?) it rested on NAKED.
Erza's, fashioned after her precious armor, usually back and forth between SCOLDING and SECRETLY PLEASED.
Happy's, its little hands, not arrows but itty blue paws, typically on their namesake.
Mira-san's, never straying too far from HOME.
And his… by far the most detailed out of all her customized clocks... and the only one she actually had Horologii fashion like a wristwatch for her (Better to watch that idiot, she had joked weakly over the knowing looks). Through the years, her eyes never failed to single out the scaly, red thing; the carved flames that made up its arrows danced wildly from one "time" to another, in tune with the dragon slayer's painfully simple set of moods.
SECURE, whenever they came back to Fairy Tale; dirty and usually poorer than they were before setting off, but still grinning and arguing with—
(Grey's clock shifts violently before setting still. She doesn't find it in herself to care.)
SORROW, when along came the 7th and Igneel's memory burnt him hotter than his own fire and she—
(WORRIED. Funny, Lucy hadn't realized her magic was so low; it had to be if all the stupid, useless clocks were malfunctioning, pointing the same way as they were... but then again, maybe that mean that Natsu is not really—
"Lu-chan, Gods! I'm just so sorry, we came as soon as we heard… hey, Lu…chan...?"
And her body lurched forward, shaking with hysterical sobs, tears blurring her vision. But still, through the circle of Levi's arms, she could see the spirit gently cradling a broken clock… the shattered glass kissing deadly red on her palms as she quietly confided.
"'Time's out, Luce.' He said."
Last words.
Last time.
Tik-
tok.
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Edit! bumps smoothed, words added, summary changed... i'm on a roll here ;) (11/25)