#starlightlightning

❝ do you think i'm a good person? ❞

“Huh…? Of course you are.”

The answer is immediate, even if Ree doesn’t quite understand why it’s being asked. The little champion dips their head, trying to connect with Elesa’s gaze — did something happen that upset her? Did someone say something nasty?

"Holy shit, are you okay?"

He's already about to be very rude - and, frankly, he'd have all the rights to be so, considering his current state after a particularly nerve wrecking beat down that included a baseball bat and a goddamn Bewear -, but then he notices who, exactly, said that. Of course he doesn't have half a clue who Elesa might be, but he knows that she's hot.

"...hm."

Hell yeah. Not, fix your clothes. Wipe out at least a little bit of blood from your nose and mouth. Cool as fuck.

"It's no problem, really! I carry an extra on me usually."

They smile, holding out the umbrella for the other to take. It might be weird for him to carry two umbrellas on him in a place with beautiful weather usually, but it was exactly for situations like this. There's a thunderclap in the distance, but the Alolan doesn't bat an eye. They were used to thunderstorms. After all, this one was one of his own creations...

Kiss Roulette @starlightlightning

11. A kiss on the neck

The winds howled and roared, lashing at the surroundings, a storm brewing overhead as dark clouds gathered to smother the heavens. Rain came falling soon after, a torrential downpour that would leave any person struggling to stand. The screeching of tearing steel sundered through the air. No, it was a cry! Through the curtain of rain a dark silhouette came into view, vast wings sending mighty gusts swirling and catching the droplets in vortexes. A draconic figure, armoured from head to tail in metal, its brilliant blue eyes leering through the storm.

A wild Kushala Daora.

What the poor woman had done to earn an Elder Dragon's ire, no one would know. Such fickle creatures they are, after all, here one moment and gonne the next, sowing disaster all the while.

None of it would matter to the Boltreaver, however, completely unfazed by the storm and screeching his challenge towards the dragon! Rebel took to the skies, his azure glow a lighthouse in the darkness; blue lightning crackled across the membrane of his wings, his bladed crest, and from the shearing of his tail.

The dragon was taken aback by the wyvern's sudden intrusion -- nonetheless it accepted his challenge, and the Pokémon lunged for each other, their spectator forgotten. Dagger claws and thundering talons clashed, the two foes colliding and falling into a brutish struggle! The Kushala Daora, the far heavier combatant, literally came out on top as they crashed into the ground, Rebel pinned under the great mass of steel given form and flesh. Not for long, however, as he spat a bolt of electricity straight into the dragon's eyes, earning him a satisfying yelp and the opportunity to knock his opponent away with mighty blows from his wings!

The Kushala Daora staggered away, hurricane-strength winds lifting it into the air as its wings were spread like sails, and it gave an indignant roar. A vortex began to form around its mouth, becoming bigger and bigger, and it breathed a stone-shattering blast of air at Rebel!

The canyon was narrow, that much was true, yet the Thunderclaw Wyvern made due, his massive yet light frame leaping out of the way. The claws upon his wings clung like hooks to the rock, and he screeched at his foe before jumping again to avoid another blast. He quickly returned fire, sending sky-blue bolts zapping from his open jaws. The battle had become a dogfight, wind and lightning peppering the opposing sides whenever the two winged monsters did not lunge for one another, some blows striking the combatants and others tearing apart the surrounding cliffs!

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"Oh my god oh my god oh my god, congratulations!" Elesa squealed, sprinting over to Ree and gathering them up in a hug. She very nearly picked them up off the ground from her excitement, and her voice was a big hoarse from all the cheering she'd been doing the whole battle. She quickly released Ree from her grasp, flapping her hands and trying her damnedest not to be too emotional. She sniffed, wiping at her eye with a knuckle and smiled at them, beaming with pride and joy. "You did amazing! I'm so proud of you, I knew you could do it!" Elesa was definitely buying everyone in Team Skull dinner tonight to celebrate Ree's victory.

“Ah.”

They wince a bit, but honestly? They can’t blame Elesa for her reactions to this whole thing. She’s excited and overwhelmed and — and Ree’s tired. And being held is … nice.

Ree smiles, pressing their forehead against Elesa’s shoulder. It’s nice. Being … held. They normally don’t like it, but when Elesa does it, somehow, it’s … okay.