The first to say goodbye.
(Soooo....I came up with a spiritfarer au for Pokemon, along with help from a friend, and I've been playing the game way to much [both actually lol] and I came up with this little drabble[maybe its a drabble? not to sure]. Enjoy :])
Goodbyes have always been bittersweet, haven’t they?” “You could say that. But…I’ve never been good at them, so…I wouldn’t know.” ─── ⋆⋅𖤐⋅⋆ ───
The scene was heart-wrenching as the older Milotic spirit whispered to the spiritfarer beside her. "So... it's time," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. The circular gate behind them glowed with an otherworldly light as she looked up at it. "I never thought it would be my own son... taking me here... to the everdoor," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion.
Her gaze softened as she looked at the brunette beside her. "Moss... you've always been my sweet boy. So gentle and kind... troublesome at times... but you always came back to being... well, you," she said, her eyes shining with love. He fiddled with the hem of his sweater, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes.
Her gentle touch lifted his chin, and he looked into her eyes, his heart breaking at the sight of her fading away. "Come now, let me see your face, keikikāne," she whispered. He met her gaze, unable to hold back the tears any longer. A smile crossed his features as he looked at her, and she hummed with delight. "There we are, my little nalo meli," she said softly. "There's that smile I remember... but it's not the same now, is it?" she added, her voice full of concern.
He tried to hold back his sobs, but they wracked his body as he hugged her tightly. "Ah... my sweet nalo meli... thank you. For everything," she whispered, her voice barely audible. He closed his eyes, feeling her slipping away from him. This was just part of his job, but it felt like losing a part of himself.
In moments, she was gone, having passed through the everdoor to the other side. He was left with a deep sense of loss and sadness, and he couldn't help but cry. "So long for now... Mama," he murmured, his voice choked with tears. The everlight in his hands turned into a paddle as he rowed the little canoe back to the ship, his heart heavy with grief. ─── ⋆⋅𖤐⋅⋆ ───
The return to the ship had been eerily quiet, and Moss despised it. It was worse than he could have ever imagined. The silence was never so overwhelming before. He tried to keep himself composed in front of others, or at least that's what he convinced himself of, his voice echoing in his head. But it wasn't working, not even remotely. For the first time since he and Dune met the previous spiritfarer, he felt like a part of him was missing, leaving him hollow on the inside. He tried pushing down his emotions and burying them deep within, but they clawed their way back up, threatening to spill over. However, he knew he didn't have the luxury of wrestling with his feelings at this point. As he climbed back up onto the ship and saw the faces of the other spirits and the other spiritfarer, he realized that he couldn't ignore his sentiments as easily as he had anticipated.
Adaman, bless his soul, was the first to approach and offer a hug, but Moss shook his head and went into the cabin instead. The leafeon spirit frowned and turned to look at Dune, the other spiritfarer. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. Dune shook their head and replied, "No, I think he just needs some time." ─── ⋆⋅𖤐⋅⋆ ─── (Haha...pain time. Anyways, thanks for reading my little thing. I live for tears today apparently. Dune belongs to my friend @thewickedweiner
