#inbox ..

His prayers are the loudest and the most pious. Oh how She gently smiles when the candor of their voice reaches Her. Strong and zealous fueled by pure passion at the core.

He who has a virtuous heart … but does not have holy eyes. Oh to be so filled with candor and to be so blinded by it too. Often Her children turn their eyes to the skies and call it the Heavens when She is somewhere far closer. No prayer goes unanswered or unheard.

The smallest of pleas even. That one moment the merchant cart tilted over on a windy day and She came running out from the streets to help pick up his goods. Not one item was unaccounted for. He gave thanks to Her then, a small dirty village boy with a toothy grin and bright eyes.

And there are the urgent cries for help too. That one warm winter day when an Ursaring awoke early from its hibernation between his travels. Angry and grizzled until by chance She emerges from the tree roots and slows the bear enough for him to make an escape. Perhaps he too paid no mind to Her then-a lone paras shaking a cloud of stun spore.

Even now She brushes his shoulders and gently sways loose cowlicks with a quiet breeze. The sun scatters soft light through the tree canopies.

Perhaps one day, Her beloved pious son, will stop gazing into nothing and look at Everything.

Somewhere in the middle? Like the process of before the whole ending arc of Lysandre revealing the whole super weapon. I imagine actually creating the super weapon would take years of development while playing the game makes it look a lot shorter.

Course it's not...?? Strict on that sense? Like there'll be nods and nuances to events happening that are post canon or are going to happen post X/Y but I feel like that's the Pokemon RPC in general with timelines where it's very flexible for rp convenience.

@controlledhues said:

“ You’re allowed to need help sometimes... ”

“ …Miss Melinoë. You disappoint me. ”

Her tone dripping with saccharine laughter. Rare she ever laughed and even then you’d catch those close by holding their breath. The flash of a smile stretched on her ruby lips and her gaze locking in read danger. She was looking right through her. Who knew Rocket had such candor in their ranks…or naivety. She hopes they keep this one. Come by her quarters more often even.

“ Does it look like I need help? ”

what are we?

Lofty little circles traced on his chest and her head resting in the space close to his head. Coming down from their regular randevouz was done enjoying the slow lull into contentment. They have a little pillow talk sure -

- but .. did he have to bring that up?

Her fingers pause.

Honestly…she doesn’t have an answer. It was very simple at first: keep the man distracted and exchange little tidbits on the bedside. Nothing very incriminating of course, but something with a little edge to keep him interested. He does the same in return. They’ve done this before no doubt.

It got complicated didn’t it? Malva prowled around him like a predator too charmed by her prey to make the kill. Goodness the man was drab, carried his exhaustion eye bags and all like a wrung out dish cloth, and had far to many coffee stains on his wrinkled shirts and loose tie. But arceus be damned if his quick wit and intense observation didnt make up for it. The chasing around each other was addicting.

And well .. as much as she hated to admit .. she was happy to have someone else besides her in this lonely circumstance. He can relate to being loomed over by a dangerous boss that at any moment can decide to squeeze harder on that hand around throats when they’ve felt like it. How fun being the under appreciated errand dog.

“ …”

@kahosin asked:

grabs her hair. yanks.

A moment of surprise, some papers slipping from her arms thanks to the sudden jolt. A snarl on her lips and her hand snapping at Lysandre's wrist with nails just biting deep into skin to make a point and not letting go.