#nessonia

Fandom: Pokemon Sword and Shield Relationship: Nessa/Sonia, Leon/Raihan (background) Length: 6539 words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own

“You’re not afraid of anything, not even the ocean. This is the thing that has you running scared?” “I’m not running scared,” Nessa finally says. She stands and turns away from Raihan. “I’m playing it safe.”

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She does not look at the words writing themselves across her hips and ribs; she does not need to. She does not have the gift of foresight as Knowledge does, but she knows where her future lies, and it is in script-covered arms with golden curls tangled in her fingers. it will fade, Knowledge says, her voice clear like a bell. the ink, and more. then it will fade, is Metamorphosis’ reply. i have my hands full of you, the only constant i need.”

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Or, the reincarnated goddesses Sonia/Nessa au that no one asked for.

She is falling, falling fast and deep and with great gulps of air ripped from her lungs by the vacuum of sky that is getting farther and farther away as she plummets to the snowy grounds below. She is burning and freezing and shredding and compressing and oh she is whole again,

her wings are gone where have they gone the feathers zipping past her line of sight like arrows into the starry skies scales and pinions and earth ripped from her flesh and lingering in the air behind her as she sinks through the air –

Words trail through the air with her. A hand grips hers tight, squeezing like a lifeline with fingers laced together like threads in a tapestry. Ink and lyrics and illuminations join the feathers and scales, dotting the clouds with gold as they pass. They will remain in the stars, remnants of an old life now gone. And she, she will be reborn.

She will be whole again, with Knowledge by her side.

And So It Once Was, And So It Shall Be.

~*~*~

twenty-three march, twelve-thirty-six pm

Nessa sighs and leans her head on the table. Muscles flex as she stretches her arms out in front of her and she sighs.

“She’s just… so…. Ugh.”

“Wow, that’s descriptive.”

Nessa glares at Raihan. He’s sniggering at her, and she scowls and tosses a pen at his head. It’s a bit like a target, she muses, a big neon orange target for whenever he’s being rude. Like now.

He snickers and ducks the pen. Rude.

“If you like her so much, why are you telling me?”