Ā Ā Ā Ā The fabric she pulls over her head shimmers in the overhead sun.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Zinnia sits cross-legged on a purple and red tapestry she pulled from the dumpster this morning and has taken the liberty of washing it. There are a few wrinkles in its corners, which she occasionally tries to work out with the weight of the polished rocks sheās set out among herself. None of which fix her problem.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Still, the ornate colors she has set out before her remain a gaudy, eye-catching beacon in this Kantonian marketplace. From behind the cloak, her red eyes catch the stare of a few others. She clears her throat. Her voice, normally husky, calls out in dulcet tones:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Come one, come all! ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā She gestures wildly as she speaks. Her volume, thankfully, manages to capture even more attention.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Do you need a guiding eye? Do you feel that your future is shrouded in doubt? ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Oh, if only Grannie could see her now.
Ā Ā Ā Ā How would she feel, knowing that her own grandchild was hard up for cash?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Would she rush to Zinniaās aid?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Would she beg her to return home?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Years have passed since Zinniaās exile from the village and with Asterās (the real Aster) sacred duty completed, she was finally allowed back home. But she didnāt want to go back ā not after the cold reception she received prior to her banishment. While her grandmother tried to convince her otherwise, Zinnia just didnāt feel up to it.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Not yet, anyway.
Ā Ā Ā Ā She wanted to travel the world ā discover what her true purpose was after her gods had given her a second chance at life. Unfortunately for her, corporate never smiled fondly on wandering vagabonds. Whatever odd job she could scrounge up would only be enough to tide her over for a few days. And with her recent sum of cash nearly depleted, Zinnia had no choice to turn to simple cons again.
Ā Ā Ā Ā It had been a long time since she had posed as a psychic.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Her eyes once more travel the crowd. Her expression lightens as she finds easy prey ā the face of someone who has been looking at her for quite some time, mouth slightly agape. Behavior like that, as Zinnia had come to discover, suggested naivety. And hopefully for Zinnia, that meant that this person was loose with her cash, too.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Zinnia grins. She points her slender finger at Leaf:
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā You there, young woman!Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ...Care to have your fortune told? ā
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Within his personal office in his private home, Lance is hunched over his desk, a pen in one hand and a document in the other. The stack he had been steadily working through finally reached its end. He only brought back half his work, but even then ate a considerable amount of time over a two day period. His companions had been his baby Pokemon, the ticking wall clock and the stench of ink and paper.
With a sigh, he places his pen down, gently rolls his wrists before leaning back in his chair. Lance takes off his reading glasses so he could easily massage his temples, which is beating a steady throb. Understandable, given that he stayed up pretty late last night just so he could finish the rest before noon. It had been tougher than he expected, in the sense that itās a lot more word heavy, thus requiring him to really read things through as opposed to just skimming the important bits.
At least, heās finally done with it. Lance still has half of Saturday and the rest of Sunday to relax and rest up. This is something that heās personally working on. With how hard he works, heās often left stressed and exhausted, even if heās able to power through it most of the time. With his recent therapy sessions, coupled with an earnest desire to practice a healthier life style for real this time, heās now staying away from the League during the weekends.Ā
Unless thereās an emergency that requires his immediate attention, Lance would try and not think about work. Itās still a work in progress, for he doesnāt necessarily feel comfortable in just dropping everything, but heās doing much better than he has in years. Lance now makes more visits to his mother figure in Blackthorn, but rarely stay for more than a few days since he doesnāt want to stress himself out with clan matters.
Aside from Blackthorn, his other real retreat is his private home in Ecruteak City. Only a handful of people know that he owns one of the traditional style houses within this city. Whenever he comes here, Lance often dons a disguise, so it still remains away from the mediaās eye. A place he could go to for peace and quiet. Now that heās free to do his own devices, Lance had been thinking of training his younger dragons in the big yard at the back of the house.
At least, that had been the original plan, until he heard loud knocks coming from the door. Lance is immediately wary, for he could not recall anyone informing him of a visit. It could be Green, but itās not exactly his style, so to speak. The knocking continued, so itās not like he could continue to ignore it either. With a deep sigh, he heads downstairs and towards the front door. He takes a moment to peer in through the peephole.Ā
Well, what do you know?
āLeaf? Now this is a surprise,ā he says upon opening the door. He feels like he hasnāt seen her in ages.Ā āIs there any particular reason you decided to visit unannounced? If I had known, I would have prepared something.āĀ
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Does your muse like the rain ?Sun really likes the rain when itās a light pour thatās coming down, as he likes to listen to the pitter patter of the rain from his window. However when itās storming,, he doesnāt like going through ankle deep water.Ā
Does your muse sing well ? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing ?Sun is decent at singing, he isnāt the greatest but it also doesnāt sound like heās tone deaf. He usually hums every now and then, really singing in private but when he does sing, he more or less ends up getting really into the the song heās singing.Ā
Does your muse prefer texting or calling ?Sun prefers to text more rather than calls, his anxiety kind of acts up during calls.Ā
Green is victim to all of Leaf's maternal instincts, of which she has many. Sometime's she'll drop by with too much food, or she'll drop by the gym and tell him to go home because he's working too hard. She cares, a lot, sometimes almost too much.
What is the cutest headcanon you have for my muse? | Accepting!
Heād definitely catch onto her game... eventually, but heād be powerless to stop her. Maybe if it was an issue with the gym, he could negotiate that heās still on the clock for a designated amount of hours, but herĀ āaccidentallyā making too much food and leaving it at Greenās house, well, what can he do but accept it.
Leaf is here and ready to go! (and ready to make sure Green stays out of trouble)
Donāt worry, Iāll keep him in line! In the meantime, hop right on in and get yourself comfortable! Iām sure thereās quite a few people who wanna meet you over on the Masterlist ā Green included! Go and give them all a follow!