#picavecalyx

"...No. But I don't recommend trying.

That's an easy way to get lost. Or trampled."

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 💭  𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝚨 𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐔𝐆𝚮𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝚮𝚨𝐒 𝚮𝚨𝐃 𝚨𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. // accepting!

[ I should ask Silva if she wants to learn how to do something creative next time... Not that she isn't creative now, of course, just... Maybe we could try to make cool gemstone soap with that kit I got from my mom earlier. I think it'd be fun! Maybe we could train together, too. I bet we can learn something new from each other still! ]

Thoughts of Your Muse [Accepting]

"I think girl gave me a concussion."

"Damn like the battle zones are becoming riot practice... I definitely went to the hospital after that god...

── *₊˚🍹⸝⸝ 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 ( accepting. )

Send me 💭 for a thought my muse has had about yours.

i  have  to  stay  calm,  i  can't  think  about  it.  she  lied.  he's  not  here.  he's  not  next  to  me.  he  can't  be  next  to  me.  he  can't  be  following  me.  i'm  going  to  tear  my  fucking  hair  out  –  why  would  this…  this  fucking  thing  had  no  fucking  right  to  speak  about  my  sunshine.  it  makes  my  blood  boil  just  thinking  about  her,  i  want  to  burn  her  alive,  i  want  to  see  her  go  up  in  flames  and  i  want  to  watch  the  ashes  meld  with  the  earth,  i  want..  i  want…

…i…  when  did  i…  when  did  i  get  so  angry  ?   why  does  she  make  me  so  angry  ?   what…  what  if  she  was  telling  the  truth  ?   what  if  she  was  being  honest  with  me  ?   i  can  control  flames  and  i  nearly  die  in  water,  is  is  so  fucking  crazy  that  someone  else  could  speak  to  the  fucking  dead  ?   am  i  just  being  naive  ?   selfish  ?   or  am  i  just…

do  i  just…  miss  him…  ?

an excited trill from her throat as she rustled her hand through her bag, digging past an odd crystal inside and curling her scarred fingers around the holocaster. she pulled it out and turned it on, the coloured hologram screen illuminating as she scrolled past a picture take a few years back in what looked like alola.

" must uf my friends are in galar!! there's bureas and blue...uuuhh and archel!! she's su sweet!! "

each word name came with pictures, and lots of them. silva with her pokemon from over five years ago now. a shiny alpha-sized amaura who looked grumpy in just about every image, a tiny swablu tucked over silva's hairs right between much smaller--almost hidden by comparison to now--horns. a very hungry archen. in plenty of images there was also a klefki in all of the images, always close to silva or peaking out of her bag, though silva didn't mention a name for that one.

" uh! uh!! and nadedge!! they went back tu alula after the whule ultimate...thing- uh- uh! and there's pickles!! "

silva pointed at a picture of an older looking absol, wearing a mega stone over their horn, and then a cramorant.

" and then murder and navi, but thuse are here in kalus!! navi's just a lut bigger. "

( silva v i will show you all of my friends Nyow )

ㅤ marsha's usual haunts, the stylish patios of cafes & bakeries, are places where she usually invites passerbys to sit opposite of her. these invites align well with her lunch breaks: allows her a chance to introduce herself, smile so her dimples show, laugh at their jokes, divulge a little more into what marsha does as her day job. it's all a trick in the trade. it's been lucky so far—— no one has chewed her out to the cops, rather none of them approach marsha about her solicitations. sometimes commission shows in her paycheck, other times her hopes are left dry.

ㅤ ... this may be one of those times marsha is not getting a bonus.

ㅤ this stranger she invited turns out different. speech slurs without intoxicaiton. excitement shines so bright that it blinds social dangers... marsha finds herself leaning into the pictures she shows her, eyes focus on her face to make out what she's saying. the pokémon in these pictures are cute... her heart twists; she really oughtn't try to push business now. this diversion strategy was good, marsha had to give the girl that much. the grunt's cheeks hurt from cooing over a little archen, her taste of home.

ㅤ "your friends are adorable. i bet they love you juuuu— st as much as you love them, maybe more."

ㅤ then, her eyes fix on the little one in the corner—— the one without a name. marsha points a nail to the holographic keys. "& this one? what's their name?"

"Didn't you see the sign, missy?

People tend to avoid this place if they don't wanna fall down holes. Or worse."

" he says yu luk funny. "