#truthsm

In a way he felt like he was getting almost too comfortable in her home, he’d been in Unova so often he was practically setting up a routine for himself while he was there. He did his best to behave as a guest would but he also couldn’t stand the thought of not helping, so they often split up the chores that needed to be done. Today was no different, as Hilda cleaned the dishes Red was picking up anything that’d been left out of place or needed to be thrown out.

He’d noticed during these times though, that there was a certain song that made her face brighten up the second she heard it. Red’s never been very picky about music so he thought the song was nice, but he had even more of an appreciation for it when he saw just how happy it made her. When he went out of his way to select the song in question, he smiled when she asked him how he’d known to pick it. “Call me a bit too observant I guess,” he’d reply with a shrug. “You just... looked like you were having a great day whenever it was playing.”

He was about to return to cleaning, but an idea occurred to him before he could turn to go. It was one she naturally could reject and he wouldn’t be offended by it, quite frankly he was wondering if he even had the nerve. He didn’t debate long before deciding, surely it couldn’t hurt to suggest something silly for while her song was playing.

He bowed his head a little and held out a hand to her as an invitation, one she would probably recognize after the two other times they’d danced last December and February. “I know, I probably look ridiculous right now. Humor me?” He asked. 

          ‘Dear Hilda,

          I hope this letter reaches you in good health, if only so I can seek to change that. You’ve played quite an unnecessarily complicated game of chase. It was more difficult than it ought have been to track you down. Still, I’m afraid your little game ends here. This reaching your hands should be more than enough to say that there is no more point in running. Should you choose to, know that there is nowhere that you can hide-- no movement you can make-- without it being relayed back to me. 

          During your time on the run, you best have seen all the sights that you wanted to, and that you have found those you have been seeking. I’m afraid there will not be another chance for you to return to them. Although I suppose if you did, it would make it far easier for me to be rid of them, as well.

“It’s just for a walk I swear,” he insists as he starts on his way into the woods surrounding the White Forest’s town. “If you follow the path it’s really not that bad!”

That was of course, if you could even see the path properly. Blanc could since he’d lived here for awhile now and often walked these paths, but Hilda... he was a bit worried about her. He wanted to show her one of his favorite clearings but it’d require some careful steps that was for sure. In the back of his mind his brain was quietly echoing Is this really a good idea...? 

    “You’re both acting like a pair of wall flowers... Why don’t you go dance with him?”

Lysandre spends less time in the Kalosian History Museum than he would like. Strolling through the exhibits gives him an immense sense of pride, as well as a layer of warmth over his soul, like pulling a blanket over your chest; it feels like home. The visitors here can be quite a charming sight as well-- average civilians taking in knowledge of his beloved homeland. That is, when they actually are doing so, and not absorbed in their HoloCasters or merely taking photos without experiencing anything. It makes him sick.

However, when in the right mood, Lysandre does like to strike up conversation with those he deems worthy. Anything to share his knowledge about his region.

“It wasn’t relevant.” She was just a trainer, after all. One that baffled N with how her Pokémon spoke so highly of her, but just a trainer. What reason did he have to reveal his status to her? Up until he decided he wanted to befriend her that was, when curiosity got the better of N and he desired to know more of her truth.

This was supposed to be his ascension, he would be crowned the king of truth with the legendary dragon at his side. However, her ideals were so strong, every time he faced her, N was left in awe of her strength and beliefs.

Her Dewott stood beside her, trusted in her, unfazed by his captivity. Why did Pokémon want to befriend her? What was she? She even stood her ground against Team Plasma, a feat N had never experienced.

She had to be the champion of Ideals, at least that was what N had concluded from his formula. It was why he revealed his status to her. They were of the same kin, weren’t they? Truth and Ideals, Reshiram and Zekrom, destined to clash and path way for the future.

He cast his gaze down to Dewott, watched the Pokémon carefully as he studied him. He was wary, and N had so many questions for him but would they truly be answered? No. His questions would be answered when they clashed.

“It is now.” He met Hilda’s gaze again, his smile hallow. “It’s all the more important that you locate the dark stone and stop me. I want to see if the strength of your ideals matches your bravery.”

Surely it would be, surely Zekrom would choose her. It would break N’s heart if his calculations had been off.

@truthsm​ asked:  “ what’s the plan here ? ”

    “Why, Hilda... I’m so glad you asked,” she says matter-of-factly, then gently takes Hilda by the shoulders and steers her toward the windows of a nearby storefront. It’s one of the more expensive boutiques in the area, known for its show-stopping ball gowns and cocktail dresses.