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Continued from an ask I can't link from mobile

Val let out a long sigh, the sound catching on his teeth and coming out like a hiss, but shrugged.

"I personally prefer that you don't. You probably know better than anyone what it's like to be recognized all the time." Considering he, himself, had been able to identify her and drag her away from the battlefield for his own cause was evidence enough. Still, sometimes he was surprised she never even asked about the origins of the ring he gave her.

Another night in Lumiose, wandering the streets and looking for just about anything to keep himself occupied. Truth be told he was getting tired of the city, but it was easily one of the busiest places in Kalos, and always seemed to have something going on. While it was entirely possible for him to head out to a different region for awhile, it didn’t feel like it was time yet.

He passed by countless shops and bars, nothing quite catching his interest...until he caught sight of a peculiar pair out of the corner of his eye.

They were spaced too far apart to really be considered ‘together’, but the man was clearly tailing the girl. And, judging by the sharp turn she took down a side street, she was aware of it, too.

There were a couple of possibilities as to what was going on-all of them interesting. With that in mind, Valère followed suit, keeping to the shadows and just out of sight. Not that it seemed he needed to; the man was intensely focused on the girl. Down one road, then another. And when they reached a dead end, and the girl made her declaration, the pieces started to fall into place.

A robbery. He grimaced.

At first the girl seemed to have a handle on things, trying to slip past, but the would-be robber grabbed her...and Valère noticed the knife. Disgusting. He didn’t have much of a choice but to step in.

Slipping from the shadows, he was between them in an instant, his own hand gripping the man’s wrist and squeezing until he was forced to let go of the girl. There was a rush of wind as something sharp sliced past his brow, just barely missing his eye. His other hand lashed out to squeeze that wrist, too, until the knife went clattering to the ground. From there, it was just a matter of kneeing the man in the gut, sending him reeling backwards. It was apparently enough for the stranger to get the message and skitter off down the street.

Pity. He would have like to fight a little longer. Men like that deserved worse than a warning.

Heaving a sigh, Valère turned to face the girl, who sounded...surprisingly calm for this whole situation. At her question, his hand went up to his forehead, coming back with blood on his fingers.

“Why yes, wonderful weather indeed,” Lucian says, loudly and abruptly, interrupting Amaryllis in the middle of her question. He throws glances at the two Team Flare grunts passing by.

There was something strange going on, and Lucian was going get to the bottom of it.

But in order to do that, he’d need help. Or at least a good cover. And Amaryllis had happened to come along at precisely the right time.

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“Yeah, light pollution is kinda shi-I mean sucks like that.” Following her gaze to the near pitch-black sky above Lumiose as they walked, he pursed his lips together. There was something he could do, but did he really want to reveal that part of himself to her? There’d no doubt be questions.

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“Just shut up and come on.” 

He wasn’t exactly being gentle, practically dragging her down the trail with an iron grip on her wrist. From this distance, the sounds of the battle were muffled, but still present. Someone might come across them at any time if they didn’t hurry.

No conversation was offered, no inkling of why he was taking her, an enemy medic, away from the battlefield.

Deeper into the woods they went, until finally the trail ended in a small clearing, divided by a trickling creek. Though the sky was still dark with incoming rain clouds overhead, there was a sense of peace about it, with the air stirring just enough to keep the leaves rustling.

Valère continued to drag her along through the clearing, until stopping in front of an aged tree. There, laying hidden among the gnarled roots, was a Roselia. Its breathing was shallow, and the flowers at the ends of its arms were tattered and browning at the edges. While at first he said nothing, the Vanitian soldier stared down at it with knit brows and a frown.

RENT   {Sentence Starters}

A frown crossed his face as he listened to her. Was she losing that fighting spirit?

“I doubt it, unfortunately.” It was tempting to reach through the bars and comfort her, maybe even go in, but Valère found he wanted to minimize contact with Amaryllis. After all, he was still her enemy, and he knew exactly how the other guards were handling her.

What could he do? There was no way to just...sneak her out of here, and that would still mean sending her back to the Kalosians and giving them the upper hand.

“There is one way...” He finally murmured, more to himself than to her, before shaking his head. No. That was off the table, unless she asked for it himself. It didn’t matter if it was an act of mercy, if it would finally end all of this torture. It would end a whole lot more than that, and even if it wouldn’t be his first time killing in this war...something about killing her was hard to stomach, no matter the intention.

Gods, he hated this.

There was a heavy thud as the door closed behind him, and he descended the steps into the prison. Valère had gone into the war with some sense of moral high ground over Kalosians, but that had quickly eroded away. People were people, no matter where they were from, it seemed. And to think his own people would sink to the level of torturing a healer with powers they didn’t understand.

How revolting.

((When you haven't even answered an ask but you still have to draw it just because it's too cute.

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Bonus under cut off me figuring out how to draw the flowers that you can't even really see the detail of in the picture.