petite étoile .

        boom boom boom ... ( soundtrack )  — @thefunkgoeson

    a loud rumbling sounds through the heavens, sending bright flashes of lightning back and forth across the expanse of blackened sky. there’s a heavy threat of rain hanging in the atmosphere, but the empyrean has not yet surrendered to the start of spring showers. instead, it simply holds its place, and allows the darkness to loom over the central region. it protrudes a menacing gloom that startles travelers, having them make haste and focus on slipping into whatever shelter they can find upon their arrival to mauville.

    risette stands at the entrance of mauville hills, smoothing out petticoats that have begun to flutter with the sudden wind. she was supposed to have spent the afternoon on shift at the cafe, but a quick phone call from her father has her instead whisked away to complete some errands. she’s sure that the establishment isn’t lacking anything, but her father has always been sure to have extra ingredients on hand just in case of emergencies. not that the blonde is sure what emergency could be had, but she doesn’t question things. instead, she simply agrees, and readies herself out of her uniform. 

    she’s considering which marketplace will be the closest to fetch things from when something moves out of the corner of her eye. the blonde flinches, stumbling back and tripping over her own two feet in the process before tumbling down a flight of two small stairs, landing on her bottom at the foot of the concrete. she lets out a soft whine, but her soreness is soon forgotten the second she sees the cause of the accident — a small creature peeking out from around the corner of the hallway leading to the apartments. 

        blossoming fields ... ( soundtrack ) — @ladyaroma​

    bright bursts of scarlet bloom from the ground, mingling with pops of ochre and ambers. towering trees loom overhead, branches extending outwards and shading the terrain from the scorching sunshine. the weather is a little warmer than expected for this time of season, but the blonde is fond of this sort of weather. having traded in heavy stockings for bare legs, she’s all too excited to spend her afternoon in the meadow. she couldn’t remember the last time she had free time, having opted to trade in her days off for more shifts at the cafe, deciding she would rather help her parents as opposed to frolic around.

    luckily, the cafe had been closed today. a spur of the moment decision made by the owners, having wanted to spend a day together on a beach somewhere. really, the two of them were so spontaneous, but risette was grateful she hadn’t been left in charge of the establishment in their absence. not that she couldn’t handle the rush, but she’d broken one too many cups last time she’d been left unattended, and so she thinks they’d rather save the extra money.

    “ the weather is so nice. don’t you think so, marcel? ” the petite woman turns her head, pink lips curved in a small smile as she glances where her newest companion, a plusle affectionately named marcel, was sitting. or, well — where he should have been sitting. there is no electric type there, and what is left is only an invisible outline of where had had been. flustered, his trainer quickly stands, mistakenly crushing one of the buds beneath her feet as she surveys the area, only to spot the mischievous mouse bothering another occupant of the meadow. 

        tip tap tip . . . ( soundtrack )  — @q-less

    the overcast clouds had finally broken. after some brooding over the past few hours, the masses had finally given way to the threat of rain. it poured in steady sheets, hitting the window panes and serving as background noise to the otherwise unoccupied cafe. business had been a little slow, and the patrons that had once settled in the space had left long ago, opting to head back to their comfortable homes instead of spending the rest of the evening here. 

    risette was thankful for the brief change in pace — energetic spurts of customers coming into the cafe wasn’t unheard of nor was it uncommon, and it was something she had long-since grown accustomed to handling, but it was still nice that things were more sedated as the clouds began to creep in. and really, it should be the most undemanding time now, given that it’s close to thirty minutes past closing, but there is just one small problem — a lone customer nestled in one of the corners, hunched over a pile of what she had assumed were research papers. he had been thumbing through a number of them, going back and forth as the afternoon dragged on, and the blonde was sure he had been mumbling to himself a few times.

    if her father were here, he probably would have chased him out. or worse, would have struck up some outrageous conversation on equations and such that he knew nothing about. it was a usual occurrence. and because of that, she’s thankful that she’s been left alone to tend to closing the cafe, but she doesn’t have the heart to disturb the male. so, instead, she tries her hand at a little bit of kindness, deciding she doesn’t mind staying an extra hour or so since it's not quite too late.