#aether florie

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“Alright… Now that Zero has also been rushed to the hospital to recover from his concussion, I just wanted to extend a sincere apology to the viewers and competitors at home. I can assure you that we did everything in our power to ensure the course was safe, but… freak accidents happen, I suppose. So from now on, safety helmets are MANDATORY for competitors! No exceptions!”

“The paramedics are standing by in case we have another unforeseen emergency. However, it’s imperative to get back to the runs, wouldn’t you say, Mr. Chairman?”

“I couldn’t agree more. Here is a competitor from Alola’s very own Aether Paradise, named Florie! I hear that she’s a bit of a nature and Pokemon lover. I can’t wait to see how she does!”

Send 💕 and I’ll write cuddle headcanons for our Muses. @aether-florie​

I can totally picture these two just sprawled out like it’s no big thing. Facing each other with their legs intertwined. They’re probably on their phones or just chatting~

Cyan totally snuggles up from behind and lays a long leg over her as he plays with her hair. He’s really good at braids and probably will do a bunch in Florie’s hair as they chat.

Cyan was blown away at the sight before him; all the Pokemon, in a perfect little paradise, just for them!! And they just let guests wander around here?

That was a mistake. Something thought in the back of his mind. A creeping paranoia that he couldn’t shake, even years after leaving Rocket. A good place like this could be ruined, with the wrong people involved...

🤭 for an awkward text 

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This person may look closed in, but look closer -- they’re smiling. This is their comfort zone.

“Your grief shall provide the catalyst.” She’d stopped questioning him. If he wanted to put her inside the machine then she would step inside. There was no way to tell if she would survive. So she would be at her best, and if she died then he would know what he had lost. First she cleansed her skin and hair, perfuming it. Then did the same for her companion. She painted her face and hands with red and she clothed herself in her finest shift and leather apron and wore her best raiment. Gold covered her fingers and neck, and her diadem rested upon her head. She sat on the stool provided her, and helped her companion to sit upon her lap. 

“I am ready, Sealbhach.” She said. He grunted, and closed her in. Hours it took. She could hear him frantically working. Muttering. She could not see what was happening outside her little chamber. She felt a rocking and loud sound. It crushed her, this sound. Crashing into her ears. Turning her vision white. Burning her skin. She screamed and fell.

All she could tell was that she was falling. Had been falling. Hours, days, seconds. There was no way to tell how long she’d been falling when she saw the ground opening up before her. She landed in a cloud of thrown up dust at the bottom of a sandpit.. Coughing and dazed.

Something tugged her foot.

“Ahh!!” Screaming, she kicked back and scrambled away. Her shoe was lost to the.. The sandcastle? It swallowed the shoe and more of them formed in the hole her impact had brought. She tried to climb out and away from these monsters, but no matter how hard she scrabbled she couldn’t get up the sides. “Help!”

Another cloud of dust landed and she heard a loud honk. Her companion had fallen with her! “Over here!” Over the side came a raging swanna. Loudly hissing to drive the shifting sand beasts away.