#raylyn

Raylyn is originally from modern day Johto, Cherrygrove city specifically

Raylyn is autistic, she wasn't supposed to be but she ended up there anyways

Demicaedsexual (went from allosexual to demisexual)

She received Pyre as kid and grew up alongside him but wasn't allowed to go out on a pokemon journey. He was her closest friend and came with her when she fell

Pyre was one of two things she loved about her life in Cherrygrove, the other being the sea

Her parents weren't...very attentive or involved

Trauma from her life has left her wary of men and slow to open up to others

She lost her memories of her trauma and much of the modern world when she fell through the Space-Time rift. This did not mean her body forgot what her mind did.

Honestly she's a feral little maniac gremlin at times who will disappear for 5 days, not telling anyone where she is and come back with 7 Alphas. Everyone is alarmed, nobody enjoys this habit of hers

Y'know those people who are capable of being really nice and appearing open without ever actually revealing a lick of personal info? Yeah, that's her

Initially did NOT trust Ingo when they were first introduced, over time she grew to trust him and eventually grows to basically consider him family to her

Ingo, Laventon, Cyllene and Pyre are far more like family to her in her eyes than her biological parents

It’s winter and the sky looks especially grey.

The air is cold but you sit next to Ingo, close but not too close. You two do not touch but you can feel each other’s heat as you both sit together quietly, drinking hot tea.

It’s earthy and reminds you of home. You do not pick the thought apart any further. You simply drink the hot tea and appreciate the warmth radiating from inside out.

Ingo is staring longingly into his cup, weathered hands thumbing the handmade surface. You’ve seen him wear that look more often these days.

After a time he breaks that comfortable silence, looking up at you with a fondness you do not entirely understand.

He asks you, perhaps a bit self consciously, if you’ve ever been in love.

You tell the Warden that you know what love is, but you never really been in love.

Love is being devoured, swallowed whole.

Love feels like a humid mouth pushed into yours and cold hands pulling you apart.

You do not know if you want to be loved with the way love felt.

You can feel silver eyes upon you and you grip the fabric of your kimono as it lays on your lap, trying to avoid the pained look he gives you.

He places a slender hand on your shoulder and squeezes it gently. You try not to leap out of your skin in response. His grip lightens and then it simply rests there cautiously.

It occurs to you in that moment that maybe…