The Dark is Afraid of Me

i think my favorite type in terms of pokemon is still ghost but my favorite type in terms of characters is absolutely dark for real. anyone here like johnny cash

Everything in her body was fighting. Sure most of her weight was on him gladly admitting the humanity in her limits. If her mind wasn’t so wracked with focus she’d likely be awash with the comfort in being seen as a human again. Not an object to be used for some mad man’s healing, not a creature to be observed, or some beast that needed taming till it complied.

Just.

Human.

The tightest of hold was on his arm which she vaguely acknowledged having wrapped around his as instructed. In her other hand was a white knuckles grip on the case. She wouldn’t let them suffer for her anymore, and was fully intent to risk her life for theirs if needed despite her terrible condition. They’d done it for her enough.

Somewhere in the mix of gunshots was her shaky labored breath. A fight to not pass out or twist her ankle with her unsteady feet. The air rattled from her lungs as she tried to focus on his heart beat. Finding comfort in the steady hum of it. She’d become so accustomed to seeking them in the mix of the experimentation. An ability they’d drawn out she was learning to accept.

At his instruction her eyes dropped shut. Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out.

“Dont….pass out. Dont pass…don’t pass out.”

She repeated not realizing she’d started to verbalize her thoughts. The mantra just kept repeating over and over as they got closer to the saftey. The closest she’d felt to saftey in the pas few months was this, and she clutched him tighter feeling her body pushing even harder after her lead went limp into him.

“Pass out….dont…dont.”

There was a low, frustrated growl that could easily be mistaken for an echoing gunshot as the pair made their way through the fire-fight going on around them. There was so little Archer could do for her in that moment beyond half-drag her out of danger and into something resembling safety and it grated against his nerves that he couldn’t participate more in the fight. It was rare that he felt this way, rare that he was so frazzled as to be on the edge of everything. His fingers ached to grip something sharp and steel, to bring about the righteous end of those who had dared go against him and his. He wanted to leap into the fray like a wolf on the hunt. It took every ounce of his focus not to shove her into the car waiting for them ahead and turn back but he needed to be here, to be present. Heaven only knew what might happen if he let go of her.

So instead he surged forward, kept her close with a reassuring hand on her hip, supported her weakened gait until, at last, the back door of a car opened for them and he turned to gently slide her into the backseat. He crouched low to keep from bashing his head on the roof as he slid in beside her, inching her further in with his hip and an arm gingerly wrapped around the small of her back. He could hear her quiet, stilted mantra and he’d left it be as they made their way to the car but now, as the door beside him slammed shut, he leaned in to her limp head and let his voice fill her ears.

Later. Thoughts for later.

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It had been about a week. Her pokemon were a bit stronger it seemed. Theyd drag themselves from the ground to check on her refusing to ever leave the room. Out of them all her umbreon wouldnt even leave the bed with her. Garnet was the one that facilitated the others seeing her giving growls at the vileplume who kept trying to bring dirt or water as if she were a plant. He was trying.

For her the fog didnt clear, but she'd mutter faintly as if concious somewhere. There were tremors akin to nightmares where in Drake would begin to lick her fingers to draw her free as quickly as possible. Truly giving her rest was the best option.

As the clock turned drawing closer to the end of the day her eyes saw light for the first time in a long while. It lacked warmth like the sun drawing her attention to the fact she was in a room. The machine beside her ticked up with her heart beat as her mind wracked in horror thinking she was back.

"Bre!"

In a second the previously sorrowful Umbreon's face shot into vision. The brightest his red eyes had ever been were overjoyed to see hers. Her laugh came out broken, but it was as real as her smile. Words werent coming out between the joyous cries of her team which crowded the bed in an instant. Still Garnet was fighting to keep some level of control. The murkrow glapping around wasnt an issue, but the stomping of the tyranitar needed quelling. Karen didnt need to be bothered with giving orders, just enjoy it as tears began to streak down pale cheeks.

"Hey, hey, I see you. I see you. Thank you for the sunny day Kush, hah yes I see you Trouble, Drake oh I know I know I was scared too."

Karen’s teeth bit the inside of her cheek at the thought. The houndoom felt her hand wander from under the chin to those proud horns. Delicately the fingers ran against them which the hound allowed.

While he was likely picturing her in a dress her mind thought of him in a suit. Something that wasn’t some Rocket attire, or his usual manner of still nicely dressed but formal. Even though it wouldn’t work long term maybe for one night they could merge their separate lives. The fantasy like atmosphere was a thought her mind was practically running with.

Besides he’d seen her so often in regular clothing she used to blend in to get to the bar without being noticed, or her elite attire something a bit more fun was over due.

“It is charity. I don’t think anyone would be slightly suspicious for us to interact there. Also if you are so eager to see me in diggerent attire I could vouch for you getting to one of the Galas put on by different regions every so often. It’s supposed to be for those in the league system and the high society clientele. I’m sure your buisness would speak loudly enough.”

She suggested cheekily making an excuse on her end to do this again sometime. Their chats were always nice, but being able to do something different and fun was enticing. This way allowed for less sneaking around too making the pressure much lower.

It’d be so much easier to do this is one of them had a different career. If she was caught in relations with Rocket the league council wouldn’t hold back in punishment with her past. If he was found with her then there’d be an upset in Rocket about him failing to pull information or use her to an advantage in some way. Little chats with no information didn’t exactly tally up to a good use of time in his world.

With these things, the world’s could collide in the open.

He smiled almost sweetly at her acceptance. Charity it was indeed– if a little more than a few ulterior motives were attached to it– and he had hoped she’d be enticed by the idea of playing their game a little more publicly. They’d never so much as crossed paths out in the real world, for there was simply too much risk to the concept of being seen together. But an event like this? Where Gym Leaders and Elites could come together and let their hair down a little all for the good of the region? Why, it would be almost more suspicious if she didn’t show. And if a handsome businessman just so happened to ask a beautiful woman to dance? Could the world really hold that much against him?

It could, of course. It certainly deserved to. And yet what was a night on the town without a little calculated risk? For the chance hold her hand in his and feel the small of her back in his palm? To smile and play the hero for the public to see while swaying with her in his grasp? He could think of nothing better. He could almost hear the music in his head now. Something worth sauntering to, to give the hips something to keep up with. His smile darkened into a saucy grin that he made no effort to hide before he bowed his head again.

“I look forward to your attendance, then. I’m sure whatever you wear will be more than perfect. If you give me a hint as to the color, do you think they’d notice if we just so happened to match?”~

He snorted at the idea of attending a League-centric event, almost entirely too loud.

She offered with something that would be sure to feel natural. Taking up his cup she parted from the couch towards the sink, a simple gesture as the host.

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It was the first time she'd ever gone worried about a person's thoughts. More often there was some sort of expectation that she'd deal with the whispers of gossip, the facade of casual chat, and her simply trying to get through it. Having less league people helped. No formalities of relations between regions something in the back of everyone's minds. Besides she still had Will about as back up. As per usual he parted with Karen aware it'd be only a matter of time on when he'd have to be carried home.

For now there was only one person she wanted to focus on.

It was capturing of a galaxy that stood out. Exentuating her ability to wear moonlight was the dress that swept the ground. A slit to her thigh on both sides allowed her to walk. If needed she could tie it up as per usual always careful to wear something that allowed one to fight in. The sides of the bodess were split to reveal the pale skin, but the dress was connected by the joining the tips of corners right above her hips. The galaxy pattern lined the inside of her dress, and wove with gold on the boddess to add detail up the side over the sweet heart neckline. Much like her usual top the sleeves were strands on her shoulders, but these were gold.

For once her hair was pulled to the side with gold moon pendant still showing off the flowing waves. Her cheeky detail was having a houndoomite in a metal bracer on her wrist. A little thing to match.

Fighting her instinct to stay as a wall flower Karen slipped herself in and out of the crowd on a quiet search for him. The small talk with various groups keeping it natural. Perhaps the only raise of a brow from someone would come from her decline of people that asked if she'd join for a dance.

Gripping his shoulders tighter as he slid his rough hands up her smooth body again a shuddering gasp slipped out. Her mind swimming with the thought of his soft lips and hands happy to roam the parts of her body previously set as boundaries to not be crossed.

Letting him pull her in again she had no hesitation in leaving her jaw slacked to let him explore. Her mouth sucked on his lip when she was allowed, and tongue slid along his inviting it into every crevice.

One hand left his shoulder while the other held the side of his neck. The free hand reaching back to unclip the bra letting her chest be freed. For the first time since they'd begun to toy with each other she slipped in a moan pulling the bra away. Her hand on his neck pulled his head back to let her chest press into his as her hips rocked forward to cause more friction between her legs.

Memorized by his scent and touch she broke the kiss whispering into his ear.

She leaned into his hand finding her comfort in it. Her face had been held before but it was always felt like claws making her head didn't move rather than be any sort of support. The warm soft embrace was enjoyed as she slowly let her eyes open finding herself enjoying the small kisses giving her own back delicately.

The two of their hands were interesting. Karen has always hesitated from pursuing anyone with perfect kept hands as she felt if they ever touched she'd dirty theirs. Hers were rougher, and scared making them unsightly to some. Holding his, there wasn't that barrier. They had the same shared touch that made her own feel more delicate.

Catching back to the present moment with his question she felt her body adjust slightly on him as some inner battle had to take place. Both ideas made the red reach her ears as she ran her thumb over his knuckle. Both options were availible, but her mind lingered endlessly on one.

"I never....I mean when I did this with people I never took of mine but...if I'm trying something new I...I feel safe enough to, just don't tease me."

She stammered blinking fast. He couldn't, and hadn't said anything wrong she just wanted him to know where she was all. It'd been fun to see how much she could get from someone by doing the minimum about. Make them lose their clothes thinking more would happen, but Karen always stopped it before even removing her shirt coming up with some plot to trick them. Exposing herself was different, but she wanted to try. This was different, this time she actually wanted to enjoy it.

So her hands went to the bottom of the shirt slowly pulling off the top of her shoulders. After that there was a pause as she tried to figure out what to do with it, first time indeed, eventually settling on tossing it to the couch. Fighting to not cross her arms over the black bra she put them on his shoulders staring into his eyes to keep her focus.

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He watched her in complete silence, letting his hands do his talking for him. His thumb stroked over the length of hers as she compared the differences in their hands, his own marred by chemical burns in places where experiments had gone wrong and his safety equipment hadn't been enough to prevent splashes of caustic materials eating through to the skin. He didn't pull away from her exploration, merely watched, fascinated by what she found fascinating. He let their fingers twine, squeezing gently as their palms met. He didn't shy away from the scarring of her own skin, hardly one with room to talk where supposedly unsightly scars were concerned.

A playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth at her confession and he had to admit, he was more than a little surprised. Less so that she'd found ways to get out of actually sleeping with a mark in order to get what she wanted-- she was talented in that way; he had no doubt she could elicit whatever she wanted out of another person without so much as showing more skin than her usual attire permitted. More that she seemed so nervous now. Killing the man she served under would come as easily as breathing and yet she hesitated to show him her torso. It was... cute, in a way, but he'd never say so aloud. Instead, he merely nodded in acquiescence and gave another reassuring squeeze of his hands before letting hers go so she might see to removing that top.

When at last she straightened in his lap, settling her hands on his shoulders, she would find him with his head canted to one side, watching her again, intent on drinking in every moment he spent with her, every action she took with a sharp, all-encompassing gaze. For several moments, he was silent as she sat in his lap, shirt finally discarded, before he ran his hands up along her arms again. He rested his palms against her wrists and squeezed again, this time leaning in to press a soft kiss to her mouth.

"Karen, you're *perfect.* You have nothing to be nervous about."

(None of these were in the script it was just us loosing our gosh darn minds as we had a good time together)

“Then they will call me the kool-aid fairy!”

“This place has cameras, they will see you.”

“Wanna see me change into a shirt while wearing another shirt without flashing anyone!?”

“It looks like you’re smoothering yourself.”

“Don’t make me laugh when I look like this!”

“That is a whole nother lad right there.”

“Someone ripped the brail off this sign…..and that guy’s head, oh shit and his arms, fuck and her legs are gone. Is this the plot of two and a half men!?”

“Just doing the crab walk over here.”

“Gotta scuttle to get that good angle.”

“Hey there, can I interest you in some insurance? It’ll only cost ya a soul.”

“OH MAH GOSH MOM I GOTTA CALL YOU BACK SHE DYING OVER HERE!”

“I don’t know a non sexual way to to say this, but get on her.”

“Hello friend.”

“Just choke me! Like REALLY go for it and choke me.”

“Are you guys ready for murder because I got the juice boxes!!!!”

“When the demon is calling you insane you know that somehwere you’ve made a mistake.”

“I think an ant just bit me in the arm pit.”

“You need to shrink.”

“I’m not gonna apologize for being tall.”

“If you see that guy again I don’t know who he is and my name isnt _____”

“You got it Samantha.”

“Im just not a violent person so I don’t know what to do here!”

“Oh heck yes that looks terrifying!”

“With this lighting we got this awesome dark to light thing!”

“How dare you kill me, an innocent butterfly.”

“LIGHTS!? YOU HAVE A QUE!”

“When you’re just trying to demon and the spooks aren’t doing their job.”

“Can you like do a low growl for me?”

“So the demon has a choking kink.”

“We’re not gonna kink shame the demon.”

“As the person who now is getting choked twice I feel the need to start asking questions.”

“Well you look terrified so it’s fine.”

“Think of everything bad I have ever done to you and center it in one action of hate.”

“But you’ve done nothing to hurt me!”

“Pretend I killed your mom, geeze!”

“Boi just friggin hit me, like with every thing in you.”

“If you do actually hit me it is ok, I will take it!”

“Oooooh who is she/he!?”

“We look like crazy people to everyone here.”

“I bought this hoping it’d taste like every other grape flavored thing which is like wine without the alcohol but instead it tastes like medicine and chalk so I need to get rid of it.”

“I can’t actually drink it I just have to chug it and not let it touch my tongue to enjoy it since it’s just that bad.”

“Why do I keep drinking this like it’s going to get better?”

“How did this horror movie get so oddly sexual?”

“Remember guys, horror movie.”

“This is still a horror movie.”

“Well we have scared the janitors.”

“This back pack is gonna break.”

“I find it funny how I’m some how the villian when you just dropped that line in the most disturbing tone.”

“….wait….I’m getting murdered….by a person…..in a suit…and their choking me out………..I have more questions.”

“I said fear, and man did you nail fear.”

“I can weaponize a bicycle, watch me.”

“When am I get run over with a skateboard?”

“He looks like a starfish.”

“Just stab the ground.”

“And then penetrate, no punture, GOSH! Stab, I meant to say stab!”

“Well that’s a choice of words.”

“My boss is trying to kill me, welp.”

“I mean I finally get to murder my boss so that’s a plus.”

“Essentially two of my employees are trying to murder me.”

“I’m so glad I know the person that’s murdering me otherwise this would be weird.”

“I can’t die yet, that’s later.”

“Yeah I accidentally bought a tiny tie.”

“Suit and tennis shoes, well that’s a choice.”

“Petition to buy the demon better shoes.”

“Can I say,‘What are those’ to the demon?”

“Does purple marker come off the ceiling?”

“Look at that beautiful sunset! Ok back to murder.”

“At least I get to murder one of the people that work for me.”

“I think you’re nice enough to play an amazing villian.”

“Count to five so I can do something stupid.”

“Yes in my fear I gained super strength to bend this gate.”

“I wasn’t ready to be choked yet holy shoot I felt that one.”

“Ok that kick looked so fake though.”

“Next time just really go for those balls.”

“I promise nothing when it comes to the saftey of your balls.”

“Did you see how well timed that elevator was though!?”

“I can see all our garbage in the background.”

“You don’t just go limp when someone grabs you!”

“He looks more zombie like than angry but we’ll roll with it.”

“It let’s you know something horrible happened to that guy.”

“Who knew spread eagle could get such good shots.”

“It’s comments like that which make me really happy you’re my boss and friend.”

“I’m not drunk I’m just having a really good time right now.”

“That awkward moment when you commit man slaughter with a pencil.”

“I’ve never been so happy to have the person murdering and choking me out be a gay man because I know that after this is over nothing weird will happen.”

“How many times have you been in this situation?!”

“I need to learn to phrase things better.”

“Ive been told by alot of people I look evil.”

“I have also been told I look like the kind of person who would have no remorse while they stab you in the back.”