#thisheartofgold

☎ - headcanon about phone calls

Leave me ☠ and I’ll write your obituary.

I don’t think I ever really knew him, not personally. By name, perhaps, only in tales and stories my friends have ever told me. I do know that they sometimes did make fun of him, for chasing a legend (and that eventually another trainer had befriended him). But, personally, I do admire his tenacity; efforts of admiration are truly difficult to aspire. I’m sure he was a good man.

Probably better than I.

The noble roar of lions still ring in her ears during her sleep — the heavy, thundering drawl of their vocals and regal demeanour of the creatures (captivating) even after all these years. It remains difficult to believe that she once held the chance to be close to thee majesty of the vales and forests; these pokémon who were once free-roaming and fearsome now living side-by-side with humans and accepting their commands. Part of her is wrought with bitter jealously and unjust feelings that the beasts should not remain in domesticated environments, while the other remains objective — that this is how trainers and pokémon advance, after all.  

She’s daydreaming about them (again), even as her instructors at the dance-theatre call out the one, and two succession to the practiced movements of her fellow performers. They are readying themselves for a festival local to Johto — a festival surrounding the creatures of lore. Maire was never intently listening enough to the sages as they explained the tales of the burnt tower, but one particular legend had caught the distracted girl’s attention and yanked her into it.

          There once was a story about how the pokémon that burned in the Tower reincarnated to become the elusive legends that roam our lands. Entei — the hound of fire; Raikou — the tigress harbinger or lightning; and Suicune — lion personification of rain.

And so, the dancer wills herself back into attention as the dancer next to her falters in misstep and earns the reflexive tsk of the matronly dancer (one who was rumoured to have been of the original Kimono Girls of Ecruteak that had performed to appease Lugia and Ho-oj early.) The experienced instructor was never one to yell; yet it was easy to read the annoyance in her calm features that hid a storm beneath calm waters.           Again— she calls, bringing her folded fan to a close with her outstretched palm accompanied with the geometric sound of thinly fashioned bamboo retreating.