#ajisxi

The Almyran court magician glances over the teen, now a young man, as a warm smile graces her otherwise cold demeanor. “Your Highness. It hath been many moons; welcome home.” Jadis recalls fond memories (and moments where his mischief had gone too far) as she looks him over. “Are you emulating Nadir? I pray not.”

                                                                                                                - @ajisxi​

     at times like these he wonders if those smiles she gives him are only reserved for him. he has always found the almyrian court magician to be an odd one --- perhaps that is why he has grown so fond of her. even as a young boy the magician fascinated him for her expression rarely changed, her tone just as cold as her appearance. not quite alive but not quite death either something entirely in between. a stare that could send shivers down anyone’s spine yet those eyes never looked at him like the way people looked at him. he was just like any other. at that time and even now he takes comfort out of that. 

     ‘ it has been a while has it not ?  ’ and he finds himself matching her smile without realizing.  ‘ and still looking as lovely as ever too !  ’  he cannot help but say it. after all it is rare to see her smile, but it is a good look on her. 

claude takes a deep breath as he looks around him, the place, his home, has not not changed a bit. it is as if the place has stood still in time and he was the only one that changed, grew older. even now he feels that the place that should be home to him is not his home; he has been away for a rather long time after all. but unlike back then he feels less powerless. he has grown and he has a vision for the place that in due time would become his home once again.

“ There... Perfect. ” The brunette murmurs to herself as she finishes tying off a ribbon on the Flygon, who chirps merrily as she shows it in a mirror. “ If you like it... I can bring more n-next time. “ She pets the Pokémon’s neck, unaware of the towering trainer watching quietly. Mincinno squeals happily, hopping off her owner’s head and running over to beg to be picked up in favor of the 6’8” man. “ Ah-?! Oh — “ Her surprise melts a bit, “ Raihan... y-you’re back so soon...?”                                                                                    

                                                                                                                    ---- @ajisxi​

     fortunately the issue at hammerlocke stadium was quickly resolved due to the quick thinking of the dragon trainers. it wouldn’t be the first time that the dragon pokemon get rowdy and this time was no exception. still as a formality raihan was required to check up on them despite that the issue at hand already had subsided. once certain that everything was okay, raihan accompanied by his goodra started walking back to saya’s house where he had left earlier when he received the call from one of the staff. naturally he would come to the stadium as quick as possible but part of him did it begrudgingly so. after all saya was this close to talking more about her history as a pokemon coordinator. 

raihan turns his head to look at his goodra, his hands resting behind his back. ‘ you know i can’t help but wonder why she decided to become my manager, ’ goodra simply tilts her head, as if to urge him to keep talking. perhaps curious about what is on his mind. ‘ maybe i’m just imagining things, ’ he doesn’t want to doubt her because shenanigans aside they really do get along splendidly despite their stark contrast in their personalities. even more so that he entrusted his flygon to stay by her side while he would check up on his staff at the stadium.

upon returning to saya’s house, raihan finds himself resting against the wall, arms crossed over his chest while observing the scene in front of him. the gym leader has always been a fan grand shows though he could never seen himself participating in something like a pokemon contest. however to see saya as well as flygon enjoy the little dress up draws a smile to his face. a smirk when she finally realizes that he is standing there. 

     ‘ next time ? ’ he questions, playful smirk increasing upon seeing her reaction before turning his gaze towards his flygon and raises his thumb, ‘ looking good bud. ’ the goodra next to him gasps at his compliment, quickly making their way over to saya before patting their own chest demanding to get a ribbon as well. 

                 >> 🔥 <<             ❝         I’D SUGGEST TH’ STRAWBERRY SUNDAES.   they’re real good   ---  y’look new ‘round here   ;    FRESH FACES   don’t come ‘round   red grave   all that often.        ❞             he murmurs,  giving her a glance before he   SITS   at the bar and orders one of the   SUNDAES   himself.

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