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[          Cue the slightest tilt of their head out of genuine –c u r i o u s i t y  whilst a small, gloved digit thoughtfully taps the tip of their chin, their intense almost hostile ( though NOT intentionally so ) gaze locked upon the other unblinkingly.  Well that certainly isn’t something one hears everyday, but then again this is Blue.  She’s always had a knack for the most… –creative of scenarios at times ( a creativity of which Silver thinks is in part responsible for her impressive skill at conning others ) and so quite frankly it shouldn’t come across as much of a surprise by now.  A small hand extends outwards and a little hesitantly rests upon the affected area; not too firmly, but with a rare kind of gentleness few ever do see from the exchanger.  ]  

—–You aren’t.  

The way in which human bodies handle consumption of certain foods may perhaps vary from one individual to the next, but by all known and proven facts –I can conclude that consuming immense quantities of foods will not result in turning into that particular food.

[         Comes a dry, clipped response ( and though the difference –the notable split off their main manner of speech is difficult to spot for those whom are not familiar with the way the exchanger normally speaks otherwise, the sharp edge to their voice is not present; it is a conscious effort on Silver’s part to come across as ‘nice’ when interacting with their favourite individual ) while their hand retreats and back into a spacious sweater pocket.  ]

You are simply injured.

Oh, of course she knows this,

✿  five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did. |  @mechafights   

o1.

Considering her abilities, texting was an unnecessary and wasteful action. All she needed to do was find Silver, tie him to her in a way similar to how the rest of her pokemon were. A deeper connection than the temporary strings she ties to her subordinates in order to keep track of them. 

Yet, when it came to him, she was unable to do so.

It could have been due to his unique physique; then again, she’s never tried.

She deleted the half-written message and closed the pokegear.

If it was important, there were better methods to gain his attention.

o2.

Kiryos managed to grab a hold of her pokegear, flipping through its contacts. There was one he’d found strange, but he ignored it for now, texting random, meaningless things to Will as his Master was out of view, inviting him over for playtime yet again.

That blocked number stuck with the pokemon for a while, because his master wasn’t one to give others nicknames. 

That’s what he did.

Yet, he figured it was someone important. His master didn’t do ‘meaningless’ things, but she managed to tug the phone out of his hands while he was thinking, jamming a few of the buttons along the way. She deleted it quickly before pocketing it.

o3.

She didn’t like to indulge.

It meant that she had spare time to waste and that there was something to be done that wasn’t. No. She did have free time–time rewarded after all was said and done, when a small reprieve was granted to regain one’s bearings. Perhaps, from a child, it was convoluted thought process that could be narrowed down to a simple statement: she wanted stare at the night sky. The stars that flooded her vision, held beyond her grasp, it reminded her of someone.

She looked down and saw her hand still on her pokegear, amused to find he was calling.

Free time was over; she had a mission to complete.

o4.

There were the beginnings of a message on her phone: a location, people, progress.

All of it was gone when she sensed him walk into the lab. Kadabra changed, and she brought the professor to their base.

The message would have been useless anyways.

She would deal with him just fine on her own.  

o5.

In the rubble of Silph Co, she clutched her arm. She hadn’t teleported quickly enough, staining her white dress red. Lips curled into a snarl, she was defeated, but she hasn’t lost the war. 

Not yet. 

She could feel the flames of the legendary bird, Moltres, warm but not burning, and she almost smiled. 

If only she could warn him … 

The phone was the last thing on her mind.

o1. 

The destruction of Silph Co.’s building as well as several businesses surrounding it was devastating, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed with time and effort. A few of her men, dressed in casual attire were part of the clean up crew, doing exactly as they required, the erasure of the members of Team Rocket who were involved. Even with the police involved, it seemed a bit too easy.

Then again, considering who lined their wallets, it was a simple decision.  

☆ - headcanon about stars

crystal.... and stars.... she likes them because her mom always called her a star when she was little/ she slaps them on her pokemon and every her notebooks and journals and wears them on her ears but her favorite is when shes out for a jog at night and she sees the real things. she really doesnt lie when she says that she shoots for them, and in a lot of ways they help inspire her!

☹ - headcanon about sorrow

CRYSTALS A FRUSTRATED CRIER. its really bad. if she doesnt catch a pokemon or if she doesnt achieve her set goals, she immediately starts crying. shesjust a fucking weenie. she doesn’t give up on the goal, but she definitely does get frustrated with herself if she can’t do something the first time around and it definitely manifests as sorrow

☺ - headcanon about happiness

in a lot of ways, crystal is your average teen girl. she likes to smile and have fun and giggle with her friends and in general she strives to be happy. shes pretty fulfilled with her life already and all that shes done, so she doesnt really have lingering regrets and that also helps out. shes just. Positive

✐ - headcanon about writing

LARGE AND BUBBLY. imagine ‘girl in your classroom with neat writing that takes up the whole line’ because that’s crystal. she dots her is with little stars 

         “Whoa, hey! Silver!”

Cue one (1) blonde little bundle of sunshine running up to her old friend and stopping just short of colliding into him. She fixes her hat back on her head and shines him a positively startling smile.

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     Late at night when she couldn’t sleep, she didn’t waste time making rounds about the gym nor at Headquarters. She didn’t desire meeting others and exchanging small talk with those who dared to greet her. Rather, she desired privacy. There was enough hours in a day where it was necessary to deal with incompetence and now, while she was meant to be resting, wasn’t one of them.

     Still, she did leave the warmth and comfort of her room during this time of night to find a better, more attractive location. It was a spot where she was ensured privacy save for the one or two people that knew her and used the spot themselves. It was the perfect place to gaze at the stars naturally, without any assistance of a telescope of the sort, and it seemed as though a particular someone had decided to beat her to the spot this time around.

     She did not approach them right away, silently taking note of the scene. The psychic wasn’t foolish. Another time, she might have made some sort of playful remark, but the other’s expression, their posture, might as well have been a billboard sign with flashing lights claiming it wasn’t time for any of that. Relying on her other senses only enforced her conclusion.

PUT A “TELL ME" IN MY ASK AND MYCHARACTER WILL ANSWER…

     AU EDITION, MODERN?

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ x ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[  ] Cuddle with you                   [ x ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[  ] Kiss or hug you back                       [  ] Smile and laugh[ x ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [ x ] Push you away (only if the hug was forced)[ x ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[ x ] No          [  ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[  ] Cute          [  ] Adorable          [  ] Attractive          [  ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [ x ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [ x ] Ally[ x ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be: