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Giovanni bends where Cyrus cranes, they meet in the middle despite the swiftness of the gesture. Giovanni pulls him without notice and Cyrus pushes himself in without hesitation. Both so sure of their uncertainty. In all of its temporariness, chasteness—it’s short and sweet. 

It’s always short. Neither are ready to establish anything. The realness of it is palpable not just for them, and yet, and yet. They always fall back to that same disappointing conclusion. Is it disappointing? Cyrus never felt it as a disappointment. Maybe another perspective that isn’t quite his.. 

But Cyrus wouldn’t accept another’s perspective. Not on anything, not on this. This is his—theirs. Maybe just his, wouldn’t it be nice for it to be theirs instead? Short-lived and even Cyrus knows that despite all his ineptitude. 

He knows and he doesn’t. He knows that gravity pulls, it is easier to fall down than to go against it. He doesn’t know why the thrill of falling down—why so enticing? 

Oh, Cyrus-mas tree, oh, Cyrus-mas Tree,

Leaf’s first week as Champion closed on a quiet Friday in mid-Fall. She sat on a park bench outside the offices and smoked a cigarette as crisp wind played with her jacket. Her only hope was that it’d be the worst week of her career. She lost her first fight as Champion, failed to earn the respect of her Elite Four and Gym Leaders, screwed-up a TV interview so bad that a board member yelled at her for an hour, and then earlier this afternoon made an idiot of herself in a crucial meeting. Leaf could figure out the battles, elbow her way into authority with the trainers, and heel her temper in the interviews. None of that accounted for her biggest problem, the one that stuck to the inside of her skull like glue: Giovanni. 

She still rode waves of panicked emotion from that meeting. It sunk like a torpedoed battleship in an old war documentary. She ended it early so she could lick her wounds and tend her bruised pride. Afterwards Leaf broke-down in the bathroom. All Giovanni had to do was pin her with a smug grin and her inexperience did the rest. She stuttered through her proposals and undermined her own decisions with second-thoughts.  

In theory Leaf chose her Elite Four but in practice that was not true. Leaf had the Elite Four she was given and the Elite Four gave her Giovanni. He was the darling: respected, honored, and a generous annual donor. He ran the Viridian Gym longer than she’d been alive. Meanwhile good money said she’d be gone by the end of the month. 

The crunch of fallen leaves under heel pulled her attention from her miseries. A quick glance down the path and Leaf scowled around her cigarette. 

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Such an oddly dressed girl, yet with all that he has seen in these past few weeks, he supposes one’s choice of garb is the least offensive thing he’s seen in a while. In fact it’s almost a point of normalcy with the utter chaos that has swept through his world. Though it’s a relative term as her question is far from normal itself. She must be one of those fanatics he’s heard all about, the ones with a reputation that far precedes them. The poor fools who take their passion and turn it into dangerous fanaticism.

“The Heartless.” Such a ridiculous name for such those creatures, certainly not the one he would have chosen for them. Yet, from the research his own scientists have provided, it’s an oddly fitting one as well. “Luckily for us, there hasn’t been a sighting in quite a while. Though with how things have been, it’ll only be a matter of time before they make their return. They’re like vermin in that way, chase them away and they come back in force.”

It won’t be long now until his own brand of heartless make their appearance. Fight fire and fire as many would like to say. And he won’t rest until every last flame is snuffed out from this world.

There weren’t many things she recalled from her days in Organization thirteen. It was all a haze but the mandate: ‘do not interfere with other worlds.' Still rang clear. It must’ve been said and emphasized often. What was she supposed to do if they already knew? This was another strange place, All the animals were unique and colorful; She thinks they called them ‘pokemon.’ They were also really cute and she wasted almost an entire day trying to hug them all. It was focus time. 

“O-oh, so you know,” Xion murmured. “You’ve seen them. I suppose then, that they’re not here?“

Xion’s hands played into the edges of her black hair. An ink like strand slipped off and around her finger. She saw black hair and pale skin but she wondered what this man saw. This man who dressed in fancy suits and kept his broad shoulders thrown back, proud, strong. He might’ve seen a boy or a different child altogether; Or her jacket hood still thrown over her head.

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by extension all of TR must pray to the vore god