“ Feh. Whoops . ”

@rebornregionace​

ㅤㅤ                 Of all the people to question her motivations, she hadn’t anticipated for Sawyer Harris to be among them. Elizabeth cast a weary glance in the ace’s direction. She was thoroughly exhausted, and while she knew there were others wondering the same thing, who had BETTER reasons for asking and whose inquiries wouldn’t seem so out of place, she didn’t have the energy to explain herself to each and every one of them, and cared even less to.

ㅤㅤ                 “ I didn’t do it for anything, “ she replied “ I pitied him. “ It wasn’t a LIE, but it was a half truth at best.

ㅤㅤ                 Arguably, she has nowhere else to go, not after everything she’s done. She can’t face them, but she’s not blind to the similarities between past and present. Despite her efforts to remain unseen, He found her and whispered to her, cradling her in the same web of half-truths he’d spun for so many before her, COCOONING her, waiting for her to emerge. Loneliness and something beyond her current comprehension had compelled her to once more make the journey up that godforsaken mountain, and Necrozma was as he appeared to her in her dreams: Immeasurable and waiting.

ㅤㅤ                 He didn’t seem disappointed, although she didn’t have the time to ponder what it was that he felt, if anything beyond the fanfare that he welcomed her as some unseen force pushed her forward, striking her momentarily silent. It felt so much STRONGER than before. 

ㅤㅤ                 He speaks to her as he always has through whatever connection it is they’ve formed in her time of self-exile, and she almost doesn’t hear him, too fixated on whatever it is peering back at her through inky blackness that skitters across the peripherals of her vision. It’s when he mentions her guardian that her attention shifts, and her desire to FLEE resurfaces anew, but the shame renders her immobile.

ㅤㅤ                  ㅤㅤ                 Guilty, 

                                                                     guilty, 

                                                                              guilty.

ㅤㅤ                 “ I don’t wish for her to be harmed at all if possible. “ An impossible request to grant given the extent of Lugia’s HATRED for the Ultra Beasts and her for siding with their creator.

ㅤㅤ                 ㅤㅤ                 Had she taken his side...?

ㅤㅤ                 Not that she anticipated Necrozma would consider her beyond dismissal for that reason. “ I haven’t heard anything since she confronted me for helping you. “

ㅤㅤ                 But the whims of the gods were always subject to change based on want or convenience, as it was their very nature to be fickle, and oftentimes DISAGREEABLE things. So why was she here, standing before him for a second time?

ㅤㅤ                 He calls her his ‘ savior ‘, and it only drives the knife of her fall from Lugia’s good graces further. How transparent is she to him? She wonders, despite it not being her intention to potentially INSULT him any by being uncertain of his bestowing of such a title. Rather than stew on its meaning, she focuses instead on him.

ㅤㅤ                 “ You’ve changed, “ she observes, almost sounding suspicious of him, gesturing in his general proximity. “ You’re not the same as when I came to visit you last. I don’t just mean in terms of your... grander appearance. “ 

ㅤㅤ                 This time she approaches the wyvern of her own volition, stopping just short of reaching out to touch him.

ㅤㅤ                 “ I’m not questioning your sincerity, my lord, it’s just a bit jarring in comparison to being hissed at for making demands of you. “ Elizabeth held her hand up, as though to pacify him in the event she unwittingly invoked his IRE once more. “ And now you’re willing to kill for me... “

ㅤㅤ                 ‘ Worthy, ‘ is what he called her, as though that word meant anything to her now, as though her standing there, hoping to appeal to his better nature hadn’t PISSED on everything and everyone that had meant something to her. Again.

ㅤㅤ                 ㅤㅤ                 Coward, 

                                                                       coward, 

                                                                                    m̜̪͙͕͈o̧͕͇̙͇̥n̜͍͞sţ͍̣e̙͍͎̹r̥̹̦̳͕̙̺͞.

ɨ ɦǟᏆɛ ʏօʊ -

   ɨ ɦǟᏆɛ ʏօʊ –

       ɨ ɦǟᏆɛ ʏօʊ —

…

Please don’t leave me.

@soulsilvcr

ㅤㅤ                 She often thinks back to that much simpler time, when she could walk along the sandy shore of the ocean’s edge without FEAR that the waves would pull her beneath the surface, drowning her in the Goddess’s grief.

ㅤㅤ                 There’s nothing left but MEMORIES that lay strewn across the beach like ocean glass, their edges dulled and surfaces cloudy, no longer reflecting the face of the girl who’d left them there so carelessly. The woman picks them up, one by one, recounting each. Their edges, weathered by time and BETRAYAL, become sharp, and red colors the sea. Nothing is as it should be, but everything is how it is meant to be.

ㅤㅤ                 I didn’t mean it, is what she wishes she could say. But she DID mean it. Every word. Knowing that, she instead wishes that Lugia could understand why, not that she expected it would matter. Freeing Necrozma had been an act of self-interest, encouraged by her APATHETIC nature. Nothing good had come of it, and yet she more often than not found herself looking forward to the visits he paid her mind. There was no turning back from what she had done, no sense in begging for forgiveness that was undeserved. 

ㅤㅤ                 Fingers TREMBLE, hands cupping the silver tidal bell that had been used to awaken the sleeping leviathan, lamenting the fact that that she could no longer hear its chime or her guardian’s voice.

ㅤㅤ                 “ I miss you. “

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[ TEXT: SPARK PLUG ] DELETED Deep ocean blue. I keep thinking about it. The whole color thing. It sounds sad, but I guess that’s not wrong. It’s kind of got me fucked up a little to think of my feelings as colors. Deep ocean blue. I really need to teach you how to paint.

[ TEXT: SPARK PLUG ] DELETED Pink is love. I figured that’s what it was, but on the off chance I was wrong I didn’t want to risk accidentally offending the giant cable alien who I just got to like me. Pink is what I feel when I think about you, Xurk. There’s a lot of pink, and wishing that humans could express themselves like Xurkitree. I’m bad at words, at saying them, and writing them. Funny to think that before you learned to talk there was possibly a lot of shrieking involved. Humans are the same way.

[ TEXT: SPARK PLUG ] DELETED How do you tell your alien boyfriend that you really like his natural, twelve foot tall eldritch abomination, It Came From the Box of Christmas Decorations aesthetic, but that his human form is also really cute, and you would destroy them both in a way that everyone would enjoy?

[ TEXT: SPARK PLUG ] DELETED I don’t want you to be sad when I’m gone. I’m going to try to not go anywhere before I have to. You and Plumeria are the best things to have ever of happened to me, and I know that I don’t deserve either of you. At the end of the day, humans are among the most selfish creatures to have ever existed. I fell in love you, and because of that, you’re going to get hurt.

[ TEXT: SPARK PLUG ] DELETED Can you come get me? Take me back to Fairyland or Shady House. Anywhere, really. I don’t want to be here right now. I don’t want to be alo

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[ TEXT: DOG IS GOD SPELLED BACKWARDS ] DELETED I get fed up, too, you know? With the world, with pretending that I’m not completely emotionally fucked when it comes to relating to other people, but I know that I don’t want to be like you. I don’t want to erase the bad and pretend that it never happened, because I wouldn’t be me without it. That’s why you could never bring me back right.

[ TEXT: DOG IS GOD SPELLED BACKWARDS ] DELETED I’m glad you didn’t make it so you can hear my every thought. I like to think that prior to you resetting the world you were the kind of person who was anxious enough to consider the possibility mortifying. 

[ TEXT: DOG IS GOD SPELLED BACKWARDS ] DELETED Do you think that in another life I could have changed your mind about the world? I hate the cliche that love is enough to save a person, but would it have been enough to where you weren’t so miserable that you wouldn’t have made it so that everyone was empty?

[ TEXT: DOG IS GOD SPELLED BACKWARDS ] DELETED You could kiss me right now, and I would either kiss you back or stand there stupidly. You give me way too much credit with this whole feeling thing sometimes.

[ TEXT: DOG IS GOD SPELLED BACKWARDS ] FAILED TO SEND Fuck you! Fuck you, FUCK YOU for sending me back! Fuck you for deciding, again, what you thought was best for me! I hate you! I hate that I’ll be the one who remembers how it felt to love you, while you get to conveniently feel nothing. I loved you. Why? 

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[ TEXT: MELIA ] DELETED Sometimes I’m scared that I’ll fuck this up. And by sometimes I mean all the time. 

[ TEXT: MELIA ] DELETED There’s a lot that I don’t tell you, and it’s not because I think you’ll feel differently about me. Well, okay, that’s a lie. It’s a little bit that, but mostly it’s because I don’t know where to start. Oh, and I’m a coward.

[ TEXT: MELIA ] DELETED In the event that I completely fucked over Alola with my recent string of decisions, and mankind gets eradicated because I felt sympathy for an alien god that had mass genocide on his agenda, you can call me out on it in our next life. perfjoreijfoierjfj fucking fuck fucker. why do i do this fuck

[ TEXT: MELIA ] DELETED You remind me of my first kiss. She had this whole punk aesthetic going for her, and I think that was when I realized how completely gay I am. I have a type. You’re my type.

[ TEXT: MELIA ] DELETED lets get married. its somewhere in the 3AM and im definitely high but i love you and im a dumb ass who is willing to fist fight god on your behalf. i can spare the other leg.

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[ TEXT: MATSU ] DELETED I don’t know why you keep coming to see me. You deserve better than a wife who’s sick all the time. I don’t even know if I want to get better.

[ TEXT: MATSU ] DELETED I’m sorry I yelled at you when you came to see me. I didn’t mean it.

[ TEXT: MATSU ] DELETED I hate this. I don’t want to be here anymore. I hate the sounds of those awful monitors, and how sterile everything smells. Take me home.

[ TEXT: MATSU ] DELETED  Since I’m stuck in this stupid hospital bed, I have a lot of time alone with my thoughts. I know it’s wishful thinking, but I think you’d make a great dad.

[ TEXT: MATSU ] DELETED What do you do with dead geologists? You barium. Ow, it hurts to laugh. Yeah, not sending that.

It appears her smile is contagious, his own features STRETCHING into a broad grin– unfitting on him, yet filled with as much love and adoration as any soon-to-be father could have. Her confirmation only solidifies the feeling within him. Cyrus did not doubt her in the slightest.

Her fingers caress him like a ghost, and Cyrus finds himself instinctively LEANING into them. Her eyes reflect all the overwhelming things inside him like a mirror, and at that moment, though much is yet to do, Cyrus is at PEACE. 

“You did perfectly.” He soothes. No, Cyrus had never been one for surprises and the like anyway. Direct, abrupt, these were things that resonated better with him. The privacy of this moment, just the two– no, three now– of them, was one that would stick with him for the remainder of his lifetime. He cannot hold fault with her for being on edge, nervous— he has never expressly talked about raising a family, and it would be questionable at best if he’d want one, given his past.

Honestly, if you’d asked him any day prior, he’d have avoided the question. Perhaps outright denied it. But here, faced with the situation, Cyrus finds he would rather have nothing else.

“Yes— you have no reason to fret. I– I want this too.”

Cyrus is the first to break eye contact, turning his gaze to her belly. Surely, he knew the basics of how pregnancy and the like worked, but there was something more MAGICAL about knowing that inside her now rested a life he too created, an achievement he once (and occasionally, when the world proved TOO much, still) longed to accomplish. 

Reverently, he lays a hand on hers. Yes, they would do this TOGETHER.

“I will assist in any way I can. We’ll have to get a room set up– confirm appointments– Arceus, there’s so much to buy—I’ll have to read up on care and the like, find out what is safe for you to eat—”

He trails off, mind already racing to account for all the newly added variables. A demon in his head gnaws at him, a reminder that he is INADEQUATE at this just as much as he is at maintaining a relationship. Perhaps it breaks the spirit of the moment as worry mars his features.

“—Do you think—I can—”

Its implied that he means so much more than raise a child. No, to be a FATHER, a PARENT, responsible for another life when he’d fought so long to take them.  

“Do you think I’ll be able to do this?”

ㅤㅤ                 They'd never tried to not have a child.

ㅤㅤ                 For all the ' fretting ' she had done, there were times when Elizabeth called upon that knowledge and it SOOTHED her. Surely Cyrus knew that there was always the possibility that she could get pregnant. He had to. It was always in the back of her mind that she should get on some form of birth control, or at the very least buy some condoms. OBVIOUSLY that never happened, an oversight that tended to be lost on them in those intimate moments. Some might call it IRRESPONSIBLE, but they were in love, married--that was more of a foundation to start a family than others were given.

ㅤㅤ                 Sex, for them, was less of a physical act and more of an emotional one, supplemented by smaller, more frequent gestures of INTIMACY and care. There was a recent study she'd read that couples who had sex once a week were happier than those who did so more regularly, and while she couldn't speak for all married couples, that certainly seemed to be the case in her and Cyrus' experience.

ㅤㅤ                 His reaction gives her peace of mind. Knowing that this is something he wants, however unexpected, whatever fears she had prior to now are immediately ASSUAGED; it was something he was very good at doing. The delicate weight of his hand over hers, and hearing him go on about all they needed to do to welcome the newest chapter in their lives made her heart swell and her head spin with the realization that this was real; she was pregnant with Cyrus' child--THEIR child.

ㅤㅤ                 " I KNOW you can. "

ㅤㅤ                 She knew that he would have his own misgivings about fatherhood. From what he'd told her of his childhood, his parents, and grandfather, she would have been more surprised if he didn't. There was that, and also Cyrus' ongoing struggles with the weight of the BURDEN of human spirit, feelings, and expressing those feelings, but Elizabeth felt that he could, with some time and no small amount of effort and encouragement, turn those weaknesses into STRENGTHS for when their child would need their father.

ㅤㅤ                 " You've come so far, Cyrus. There's not a single shred of doubt in my mind that you're going to be the most AMAZING dad, because you know the kind of parent YOU needed growing up. "