#lostlionheart

“Out of the box, huh?” He thinks for a minute. “Guess I’d fuck Lucian. I bet he’s a fun guy to get all riled up, y’know?”

There is a silence that follows the question; something tense in her shoulders and her clear adamancy on avoiding direct eye contact. She sips at her coffee, huffy in her clear ire, and chooses not to answer the first time. Calem likes to poke and prod at her in the worst ways possible, so she’s always come to be under the impression that he’s just messing with her. Her bites to his ego taste about as bitter as the black brand he likes to drink so much, so she snaps back to end this nonsense as quickly as possible.

“If you’re asking for a good sock to your jaw, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

He scoffs, leaning back in that gangly slump of his to accomodate for his sheer height. “No thanks,” he sneers, rolling his eyes for good measure. An arrogant brat, she thinks to herself, amused. Calem looks disgruntled, like he’s lost a battle, but the coming moments that follow soften his face into something very serious; the kind where Dawn can tell for sure that he’s not joking, much to her misfortune.

“… Would it really kill you if we kissed?”

If he means to catch her off guard, then he’s succeeded; his wording much more blunt and less egotistically flirtatious than it had been previously. Her ears turn a light pink before snapping back again, the uncertainty of her statement shining clear as she speaks. “… What kind of question is that?”

“You can’t answer a question with a question.”

“Nothing you do could kill me. Better?”

He’s starting to grin when she realizes her mistake. “So you’re saying if I wanted to, you would?”

“Arceus, no.”

“But you never said you wouldn’t ever–”

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ to: calem ☔ ] I feel like I don’t know what you want from me

[ to: calem ☔ ] I get you wander and leave whenever you so please and that’s fine but I don’t know why you can’t decide on whether you want me to come or not

[ to: calem ☔ ] why do you look so forlorn about it? I’m confused and tired

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

[ to: calem ☔ ] quit acting like I’m going to disappear the same way you do

[ to: calem ☔ ] if you need me I can always come running

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ to: calem ☔ ] were you serious about showing me that new cafe in lumiose? if it has green tea lattes then I need to go now for science

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

four (things she should’ve said).

“Serena isn’t the type of person who deserves your indecisiveness.”

“You’re sorely mistaken if you think you can get rid of me that easily.”

“If you want something, stop feeling sorry for yourself and go get it–otherwise you’ll just be stagnant for the rest of your life.”

“Put that pack away–cigarettes are the worst ways to rot yourself away.”

three (things she noticed).

The lost look in his eyes, then the subsequent look of being found at the sight of familiarity. .

The slouched step to his stride, as if he were either trying to make himself less prominent or at least out of bad habit.

The smile he gave her for the first time that almost seemed like relief–as if, oh, you have a soul like mine.

two (things that piss her off).

His cowardice.

His refusal to take care of himself properly.

one (thing she wished they could do).

➏ What’s the one thing you especially love about roleplaying your muse?

Let’s go with Proton, because I could write a book about why I hate him, but it’s hard to think about why I love. He’s an asshole and a murdering psychopath sure. I think I love how he just doesn’t give a shit, and sometimes I wish I had that. I also love how I can get his muse going with the Sweeney Todd soundtrack.

➐ Are there any people you’ve been to afraid of approaching?

>Oho! A little Pidgey may have told  me that you were in the area, Sir Calem! Should your travels take you back towards the venerable League Halls, or perchance by humble Wikstrom's abode in Camphrier, you shall be met with feasting and celebration, on mine honor!

Serena looked around, nervous. Unsure how to answer she bit down onto her bottom lip. Calem was someone who had hurt her. However she always felt the need to stay. Opening her mouth to speak the words wouldn't come.

Adverting her eyes finally she let out a sigh. "I cant.."

"Ive been hurt a few times, but I cant just leave him? I know he acts cold and distant.. I guess deep down im just hoping he'll change and see that I really do love him, that he can stop running away from whatever is bothering him.. that he can come to me instead."