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     It wasn’t often that life decided to prove she was mortal. An injury to her torso, the proof of life leaving her body, was a rare thing. The pain was one that she’d long closed off, but the idea was one that kept her focused and staring at her side. Nothing was too badly damaged in that blast. The spot was more so bruised than littered with cuts, lucky for her, but she had supposed it had something to do with the trainer who had decided to stay by her side.

     While she couldn’t shake away the feeling that he wasn’t normal but wasn’t any pokemon or human she had met, she wasn’t one to turn down help when necessary, even when her pride stun at the very idea that she required such assistance.

     Sabrina let out a slow, quiet breath as not to disturb the trainer as he continued to work on her side. She could see his brows furrow with concentration before finally pulling away. The once dark and purple bruises were fading. The deep cut was now shallow enough for a light bandage. Only her arm wrapped in bandages and the sores were the only memories of what had happened earlier. 

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Intoxication was both a blessing and a curse. It released the chains within the minds that restricts humans from indulging in more primitive desires and whether or not regret would take place afterwards depended on the situation. Sometimes the lack of fear for consequences was needed to take the first jump in something that might turn out to be good after all.

Her lips were cold just like their surroundings. And it continued to remain crisp and frozen after he leaned forward to return the kiss– then again, and again, and once more until the faintest feeling of warmth finally surfaced between them. His breathing was shallow throughout and visible, both of the wisps of their white smoke merging together as did their own lips.

{ ♕ } - While she knew the other was a bit... Strange the response to such a soft and chaste kiss startled her. Her face flushed as she had forgotten the feeling that warmth of another could elicit. Again and against he would kiss her as if he was desperate for something. Seeking it from her mouth like she could breath life into him and she trembled.