gruvia week 2023 day one - reflection
For an aspiring artist like him, it was hard for Gray to work on a piece without seeing any color.
He wanted to see colors too, but he wasn’t fortunate enough to have met his soulmate unlike his friends. Thankfully, his friends were still supportive of his chosen field, and were proud of his works.
For his future works, he wanted to use colors. And he’s going to find a way to use them, with or without someone’s help. With or without a soulmate.
“What are the colors of these leaves?” He asked his friend, Erza, when they were out hiking for the weekend, together with the others. Erza saw colors since she was little. His friend was lucky enough to be friends with her soulmate since childhood.
Erza touched the leaves on the ground. “It’s autumn now, so the colors of these leaves range from deep orange to light yellow.”
Gray nodded in understanding, and jotted down the colors in his journal. He planned on purchasing some new materials for his next art project. His desire to use colors was greater than ever.
“I’ll stay here for a while, you can go with the others, I’ll just catch up. Needed to do some rough sketches.”
“You can take a photo of the scenery and use that as a reference, Gray.”
“It has a different feel when I do it real-time.” He countered.
Erza hesitated for a moment but decided she should let her friend do his thing. “Okay, but catch up with us as soon as you finish!”
“Yeah, yeah…” Gray sat down and leaned his back on a tree trunk and sketched away.
But with Gray, working on a sketch meant that he wasn’t aware of the time. When he looked at his watch after finishing, he got surprised that it was already afternoon. He needed to catch up with his friends before it got dark..
He got up and walked briskly, moving forward to the direction where he last saw his friends. This proved to be difficult when the trail lead to two different pathways. “Damn it,” He whispered to himself as he took out his phone from his pocket. No service.
Today was his unlucky day.
Gray was reaching for his compass in his bag when he saw the movement near the stream. For a moment, he panicked, but tried to calm himself down. Worrying was not best in this situation. He inched closer to the body of water and checked out if there would be movement again.
The ripples of the stream intrigued him. He thought something was trying to call him to look into the body of water. Scared, Gray backed out for a moment, before feeling the gentle breeze of the wind. The soft gust whispered that it was safe to come near the stream. Like it was promising only good things to happen.
And so, Gray slowly looked into the body of water, so clear that he saw a reflection.
Only, the reflection he saw was not his.
Gray shouted, surprised with what he saw. A woman. In the water. Smiling at him.
He didn't expect to meet his soulmate today. And he didn’t expect to meet his soulmate this way.
Was it even possible that his soulmate is a non-human? A sprite?
He tried to calm his loudly beating heart, taking note that he was being judgmental with this woman. Maybe she was taking breathing lessons underwater. Or just taking a dip in the stream since the weather was humid today. There were hundreds of possibilities.
But Gray knew deep down that the woman was one of the nature spirits in the forest.
Taking deep breaths, he crawled to where he saw her, and looked at the reflection again.
And there she was, smiling at him from the water, her beautiful hair sprawled to frame her sweet face.
Gray wondered what color it was.
Her beauty was other-worldy.
She placed her palms on the surface of the water below. It was as if the water was something that encased her and trapped her there for so long.
He reached for her too. He wanted to ask so many questions. But when their hands touched, Gray heard the shouts of his friends, looking for him.
The cool feeling of her palm was gone the moment he turned to her again, and so was she.
“Gray! What the hell? You told me you were gonna catch up? We were panicking when you didn’t join us!”
“Sorry, sorry!” He patted his jeans as he got up and looked at his friend, taking fancy at the color of her hair.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Your hair looks disheveled.” He tried to conceal that he could see colors now. But it came with different consequences.
This earned him a smack to his head.
“Haha! You deserve that, punk!” Shouted his friend, Natsu, who looked even more ridiculous once he saw his hair color.
“You look more like a moron with that kind of hair.” He walked past him and joined the others.
“You wanna go here, punk?!”
“Shut up, Natsu, do not disturb the peaceful nature around us.”
Natsu got restrained by his friends so that a fight would not break out.
He learned, as soon as he bought paint for his next project, that the color he saw was a specific type of blue. He also learned that it was rare to find the color in nature.
Gray mixed his paint to create the type of blue he saw on her. After a course of months, he could not forget about her. Her sweet smile, her bright eyes, her cool hands– they were all engraved in his mind.
He memorized her whole existence in his head that he created a painting of her. Gray knew his friends who saw colors were a little puzzled with how he did the colors on his painting. Months ago, he was asking for help with them to create his projects.
There were two main questions swirling in their minds. Is the lady in his portrait his soulmate? When did they meet?
To this, Gray remained silent and kept creating. The piece he was currently working on was a tribute to her. He could finally see colors, and could finally create his art in a different way than he used to. This painting was a small token of gratitude for her.
And he wondered what her name was. Do fairies have names? He wanted to name his painting after her.
And he wanted her to see his creation some day.
Hopefully it might be sooner than later.
“I’d like to buy your painting. You know, the one with the blue-hair–”
“Sorry,” Gray dipped his bread in the hot chocolate drink he had bought from Cana’s cafe. “Not for sale.”
Can slouched behind the counter of the cafe. “I was thinking of having a make-over for the cafe, and I think it’s the perfect piece.”
“You could commission me one if you’d like.”
“But that painting is magical, Gray! It has a magical feel.” Cana paused and straightened her posture. “It pulls you to look at it and admire it and it feels like good things are gonna happen when you stare at the painting.”
Over the months, after exhibiting the painting in different places, Gray got offered a lot of money for it. Some would say he’s dumb for not taking the offers because it was big money, but he couldn’t let go of it. It’s like his charm in his life. And if it felt like that for the others too, then he couldn’t blame them.
Plus the subject of the painting is his soulmate, so it was hard to let go of it.
“Then, could I at least rent it for the reopening day? You never know, the woman might stumble upon this cafe and see that painting of hers.” Cana had a mischievous tone when she declared that.
“Haha.” Gray answered, sarcasm enveloping his voice. He took a deep breath. Cana was right. He wanted at least a small chance of her seeing this painting, and she would not see it if it’s just in the safety of his house.
“Okay,” He slapped the table lightly and looked at his friend. “You can rent it for the first week of the reopening day.”
Cana smiled. “Let’s talk about the prices later.”
The reopening of Cana’s cafe proved to be a success. The drinks, the food, the atmosphere, together with Gray's painting made the place cozy. Gray received many compliments for his work and he even scored potential clients.
He sat in the corner, chilling as the hours went by. Gray watched people coming and going with satisfied smiles on their faces. Killing the time, he pulled out his sketchbook out of his bag and decided to draw the scenery in front of him. Focused on his work, he nearly missed the bell of the door when someone went in before the shop closed.
“Can Juvia have a cup of hot chocolate with one vanilla sponge cake please?” She asked the worker behind the counter. When she went to find a space to sit down, Gray caught a glimpse of her. He did a double take as she stared at the painting in the middle of the cafe. That blue hair... no doubt it was her.
She stared at it, admiring the work of art. Smiling, she felt her heart beat faster as she sensed someone standing beside her.
“Hey,” Gray felt like a fool talking to the woman beside her. For months, he kept thinking about her, but now that his muse was here, he didn’t know what to say. “Do you remember me? In the woods, the stream?
A nod from her was all it took to boost Gray’s confidence in talking. She was really that person. “Do you see the colors now, too?”
“Well, Juvia being one from nature, she could see colors all her life. She heard it’s different for humans. Do you see colors now?"
And she… Juvia… really was his soulmate.
And he didn’t care if she was human or not.
She reached for his hand and the painting moved like a scene from a movie. It surprised Gray that he was there in the painting, hand-in-hand with her. Smiling to each other, as nature bears witness to their union.
“If you like it, that may be our future. Would that be okay with you?” Her voice, laced with the sweetness of honey and the promise of forever appealed to Gray so much. He was willing to be one with her, right then and there.
“Although I heard humans have this thing called dating before getting married.” The sound of her giggles were like the anthem of his future life.
“What’s your name? I heard earlier, but I want you to introduce yourself to me.” For a moment, Gray thought that sounded ridiculous. She's not from here, so he wanted to start this with an introduction.
She giggled and interlaced their palms together to shake his hands. “I’m Juvia. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Gray mirrored her expression, like the reflection they had of each other in the woods. “I’m Gray Fullbuster. Thank you for bringing colors to my life.”
“So, what do you call this painting, Gray-sama? It’s really wonderful.”
And true to his word that he dedicated this to her, Gray responded with all the pride in him. “It’s called, Juvia, The Water Maiden.”
She giggled again, and blushed with the dedication. “Is this for sale? I would like to buy it.”
A small grin graced Gray’s feature. “You own that painting the moment I made it.”