A Mockingbird's Lament

So hey, you might not believe it but I actually... Finally... Remade my Sorey.

He’s my precious son so... Go give him some love?

Well ya’ll, it’s been a long time but yesterday was finally the day.

I’ve completed my training and have officially been certified as a corrections officer! It’s hard to imagine that I was able to make it all the way up to this point, but I’m so glad I stuck through everything to the end. The real challenges begin here, and I’m so grateful for everyone’s support.

          he’s still not sure how, or why anyone can still find it in themselves to keeping grip on their faith in him. the anchor that threatens to yank his head underwater is awfully persistent, and he can barely breathe as it is. the malevolence that blankets him is hardly becoming, and no matter how much his body adjusts, he can never ignore the pain of all that he’s taken on for others ( or built up himself ). 

           “trust me, it’s not like that at all.” and what business does she have, calling herself a monster when she’s shown him nothing but kindness?

          maybe asking for a little trust is asking for too much. it isn’t like he’s earned anything from her, and the crease in his brow shows with that clear realization. “you’re not…” the words make his throat feel tight. 

          “you have nothing to apologize for. still, we should get someplace safe. night is falling soon, and we won’t have much time to talk if hellions show.” which is almost funny, all things considered. “the ones around here will eat anything, unfortunately.”

      Head raising, soft caramel meets his emerald eyes, faith still so fervent in the fallen Shepherd who still gave so much hope. If there were no one else, she could pray that at least one person was keeping him from drowning, one person still keeping him afloat when everyone else had allowed him to sink beneath the waves that tugged so mercilessly. The forgotten girl had long since sank into that endless ocean, the only prayer she could offer was to keep him from doing the same.

      A soft smile, so gentle when it reaches her eyes. She knows what he wants to say, yet is grateful when the words are cut short. Few had said the same before, yet at the end, it was always the same.

      A monster was still a monster, regardless of how soft.

      A step back towards her shack, a silent offering of her hand before words follow suit. There is little space for two in the small dwelling she had made for herself, yet she had thrived enough alone in it. Another body would be cramped, but welcomed all the same.

            “Was that uh… directed towards me?” / @laurxlle

TEXT: kitty

[ 1 ] Okay. [ 2 ] I’ll be over shortly. [ 3 ] Should I pick something up?

Me: Gemi you have like ten hundred drafts you need to finish, when are you going to get time to do it all?

      She watches him carefully, so very carefully when he approaches with Pokemon in his arms. The Mimikyu was a new addition to the team, to the family, & the youth had immediately been drawn to it. Moth to flame, a magnet that clung tight, the creature was so similar to the girl that it was almost as if fate had played its hand in Goro obtaining the Pokemon solely for the reason of Copycat meeting it.

      The words that had been spoken when he had first introduced the shy creature were still as fresh as the heartbeats that came a bit quicker than normal, the surging emotion that followed when large caramel hues were drawn to it.

          It’s just like me…

      How quickly it was, that the two were nearly inseparable from that moment on. As attached to Goro as she was, the attachment to the Mimikyu was just as strong. As much as her small heart swelled with affection for his other teammates, there was a deep connection between the child and the mimic Pokemon, an unspoken bond that was untouchable. Even now as the creature was set in front of her, the space was decreased as small arms encircled the clothed creature with the girl’s cheek pressed to the stuffed head that lulled back slightly atop what was hidden beneath the sheet.

❚ : : — ♚  @laurxlle // slammed that button

          He’ll just press his lips against her forehead and sit there for a few seconds. He’s definitely hiding a smile sitting there – she most likely knows this – but he’ll play innocent for right now.

                    (   youre my kitty and i love you so much   )

      She can feel his smile against her skin, shifting when it presses into her hair while her head lowers to lean on his shoulder. That expression which is only reserved for her, yet more often than not, she feels it more than she sees it. She can’t remember when he started calling her by such a pet name, nor does she try to.

      He doesn’t comment on his endearing expression, neither does she. Her heart blossoms with warmth, thick in her throat & she’s smiling before can realize it. She wants to look up, to see his eyes, yet she doesn’t move. Rather, a hand reaches up to grip his sleeve softly, the fingertip of her pinky just barely touching the skin of his arm.

      She loves him, Mew above she loves him. Where she doesn’t speak the words, she shows the affection through the soft actions that allow her to be so close.

   “… Plato is credited with a conflicting thought: “those who are able to see past the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood, let alone be believed by the masses.” Given the true nature of our actions, I fear we fall under the latter——any luster we have is merely superficial.”

          ❝For a detective genius, you can be a bit spacey sometimes, I am sorry to admit... I was trying to lighten the air, you know...❞

   “Have we? Most of our work is done in the shadows.”

“stop it…” it’s quieter than before, a faint blush covering her cheeks as she continues, though completely vulnerable —– the fact that she managed to do that to her is an incredible feat on its own. “i’m not… pretty…”                               @laurxlle. ♡

      An airy giggle, lithe fingers continuing to run softly through the other’s tresses as the mimic sits on the edge of her bed with the other on the floor before her as she styles her hair with gentle care.

“It…tries to protect people. It’s trying to give help to those who need it. But I agree, it doesn’t always get things right.” A frustrating fact he could never escape, a fact he wanted to change but still didn’t know how to quite approach. A perfect solution was probably too much to ask for but there has to be something better.

“I’m really grateful you think that.” Sorey chuckled, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. It’s relaxing, being able to speak his mind like this. Nobody was that open-minded in the Academy, so many having chided him for his idealism yet Sibyl must have saw something in his way of thinking of it has allowed him this job, right? Even now, around his teammates, around his own brother…some topics were hard to discuss without consequence.

“Excuse my prying, but…you sound like you’ve been wronged by the system before. What happened if I may ask?”

          ❝Inspector... The system has given help to those it deems to need it... Yet there are those that it leaves out. Those people you have said are good but not innocent. They have made their mistakes, & the system destroys them before they can even try to rectify the mistake.❞

      It isn’t an argument so much as a statement of fact, the mimic having seen it first hand for those where unable to run as quickly as she had been. Not even counting those who were deemed unable to be ‘fixed’ when the triggered was pulled to blow them apart from the inside out, those who lived were slaves to the rest of the population.

      It was a futile battle when you were constantly on the losing end. Her head falls, momentarily silent with a jolt of her shoulders. She longed to speak the truth of her situation, yet she was unable to trust even Sorey enough given their difference in system placement. He could so easily raise the Dominator, pull its trigger & enslave her just as the rest of them.

          ❝... The orphanage I was designated to... I will just say it did not treat me as well as the public eye saw. Much of it went overlooked, ignored.❞