Bound by Blood
Gasping for air, he gave the great timber a struggled heave, finally hoisting it enough to slip out from beneath it. The scrawny boy shuffled aside before the beam crashed to the ground, kicking up dust and debris. As he choked on the airborne sediment, he wiped his eyes and stared in terror. The home he had loved, where he had spent all his life with his family, was nothing but ash and broken planks, some still burning away.
- Part 1 of Bound by Blood
Whenever Laxus thought back to his memories of his mother, he tried to think of her soft smile, the it would light up her entire face. He tried to remember the sound of her laugh, and how it would fill the rooms of their home. He found himself trying to remember the smell of her favorite perfume and how soft her hand would feel in his. He would try to think of the way she held him whenever he fell sick. There are times, however, when his mind would force him to darker memories. He found himself remembering the feel of the cold rain hitting him as he stood under a flimsy tent in the graveyard at Kardia Cathedral. The way his jaw ached from where he was biting the inside of his cheek to keep from making a sound. Laxus stood quietly, back straight, his hands fisted at his side. He could feel his fingernails digging into his palms, he was sure if he opened his hands, he would see blood. However, he didn't make a sound, he certainly didn't move, and his face remained impassive. His father had reminded him too many times that boys do not cry. No matter how upset he was, he wasn't allowed to let the tears fall.
- Part 2 of Bound by Blood