Outside was quiet today, the snow had that effect. Everything seemed quiet as sound tried to weave it's way between each large flake that daintily drifted down from above. The single frosted window in his bathroom was fogged up from the hot shower he just had. Siebold stood, bare, brushing his teeth.
On a hiatus from cooking, and his restaurant in the hands of his skilled team, Siebold decided to put some more time into honing his battling skills. Yet, with extreme weather comes an extreme drought. Of challengers of course. The dead of winter yielded no new trainers, and it left Siebold wandering around the vast empty halls of the Pokemon League clicking his fine white shoes. Lonely.
Drasna was never here, in fact in the few years he had held his position he had only seen her twice. Once when she went into her battle room and then again when she left it 4 months later. Who knows what Wilkstrom was up to.
Clink, he tossed his toothbrush back in it's pot and stared at the blonde curls that hung damp over his coral eyes. His shoulders, wide and pale. From the rack he grabbed a towel and let it cling loosely to his damp skin. Waltzing out of his bathroom, Siebold looked around at his dormitory. Most members of the elite four traveled to work when appropriate, though when Siebold showed up he stayed for months, and this tiny lodging was all he had.
Then came the routine, every morning at 7am after his shower. Facial cream, deodorant, socks first. Then, hairdryer, which made it poofy enough that it stood by itself. White shirt, white trousers that were so tight it raised his voice pitch by 3 decibels. White smart shoes, and finally the white chefs jacket. Slightly modified for flair.
Everything was perfect, again. This day of many in the dead of winter, not a single soul for miles except the ladies at reception. He sat on his lumpy bed, staring at the red light on the wall that flashed and buzzed whenever there was a challenger approaching. It had been 34 days since the last challenger. Every book on his shelf had its spine torn and pages frayed from constant reading. There was no electricity in the dorms, or even the main hall. It was all directed to the chambers for their fancy entrance effects, like Siebold's magically flooding room. It always got his shoes wet.
Buzz.
"Huh?" Siebold quipped in disbelief, the light buzzed. It shone a bright red, outreaching the light that seeped in from the bathroom window. Buzz.
Siebold almost jumped out of his shoes. As he quickly paced with long strides down the dorm hall he managed to complete his presentation checklist. Cravat: Straight. Hair: Poofy. Collar: Straight.. The hallway ended, leading into the large and dark main hall, lit only by the tall and looming stained glass window, projecting a deep blue onto the mat in the center and the fire stakes hung by each door.
Yet, at the end of the hall was a dark figure with a bag around their shoulder and glasses reflecting the light. The door shut behind them, and Siebold immediately recognised who it was.
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He looked up with tired eyes, he was completely out of it. He had been working tirelessly all day, and it was now the wee hours of the morning. Clutching her bathrobe sleeve, Malva looked on with a worried expression.
"...this is more important. Go back to bed" Lysandre replied in an almost monotone voice before going back to his work. He heard Malva sigh in defeat, before leaving and closing the door behind her.
Danny rolled his eyes at Reg and gave her an apologetic shrug as Barry paced around the mun, his eyes narrowed in concentration.
"What the heck is he doing?" Reg muttered quietly, as if speaking too loud would throw Barry into a frenzy. Danny could only chuckle and shrug again as Barry took a long hard look at the back of Reg's head.
"Well..." Danny explained, "... he's weird and I guess he just does this sometimes. He just wants to see if you're-"
"CHAMPIONSHIP ARCEUS-DARN MATERIAL!" hollered Barry from behind poor Reg, causing her to jump at least fifty feet in the air. While the blond was waiting for the startled mun to descend, he flashed a thumbs-up sign at Danny. "She's awesome! I can just tell with my championship sense, you know?"
Danny just sighed as he went to get a ladder to remove Reg from the ceiling.
Muse portrayal: i love how uncensored your malva is! straightforward characters are always admirable in my book~ the way you portray her is definitely enjoyable! (also pyroarshipping <333)
Further comments: to the mun; we regrettably haven't had much of an opportunity to talk, but from what i can tell you seem like a sweetheart! c':
Lysandre enjoys sex...a lot. However, he doesn't really go after it that much, usually waits for the other to make the move. He's had sex with both genders, and was dominant for all of them. He does like the idea of being dominated by a woman, but there's no way he's letting a man do it.
He ranges from sweet and gentle, to a wild animal, depending how the person he's doing it with makes him feel.
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Il ma dit des mots d'amourDes mots de tous les joursEt ca me fait quelque chose
"What's she even singing about anyway?" Malva asked quietly, head rested in the crook of his neck. He didn't take his eyes off the smoke that gently wafted off his cigarette as he breathed in another mouthful.
"Being in love" he replied simply, exhaling out. He heard her scoff.
"Of course, every French song is about that. But what is she singing about in particular? You know I'm not as fluent in French as you are".
He reached over and extinguished the cigarette, before replying.
"She signs about how absolutely in love they are with each other, how they're in heaven in each others arms". That wasn't enough enough for her, as she sat up and gave a disgruntled look and puff.
"Come on Ly, you can do better than that, sing along with it, then I'll understand it".
The man sighed, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her back down, making her squeal in surprise. He closed his eyes, listening along with music.
Il est entré dans mon coeurUne part de bonheurDont je connais la cause
"He has entered into my heartA piece of happinessthe cause of which I recognise" he spoke along, feeling the woman relax a little in his arms.
C’est toi pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vieIl me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie
"It's him for me, me for him in lifeHe said that to me, swore to me forever"
Et dès que je l’aperçoisAlors je sens en moiMon coeur qui bat
"And as soon as I see himSo do I feel in meMy heart which beats"
He opened his eyes again, looking down to see her eyes closed with a gentle smile on her face, something he didn't see too often, but welcomed none the less. He gave her a gentle peck on the forehead before closing his eyes.
"You know that wasn't really singing...more so talking" Malva scoffed quietly.
"'m hot as fuck, mate, but pirates in general 're a nasty lot. You think you get good hygiene living in an old boat with scurvy? I'll admit, pirates can get some damned lovely ships but for the most part it's claptrap and rubbish held with spit an' prayers."
