!cruel reality, [ closed ]
theeternalartist:
“Alright little guy, that’s pretty much all there is to the job. Do you understand?” a red-head spoke to the spirit with a tree stump for a head. That was the only way he could describe this pokemon without really knowing what its name was or what exactly it was in general. He’d have to talk to someone about that sooner or later. The little pokemon did nod, happily, seeming to be okay with a little work here and there to help. With an amused smile to the puppet master, he would look off to the side and see out the window. Brown hues saw someone familiar. Much so that his eyes kept to the window as he was walking.
That woman … Why does she…
“A-aack!” and stomach first into the front desk that had him keeled over, holding his ribs. Yeah, that was smooth. Even the Phantump was hovering over the innkeep with concern. Waving off to the pokemon, he stood up and glanced over to the pokemon. Digging into his pocket, he would grab a set of keys to hand to the little one. “Bottom drawer in my front desk should be a light violet box. Grab it and bring it outside to me as I figure out something.” With that, he would make his way to the front door to step out and begin his approach to the woman standing before his inn.
“Well, well … A familiar face with an all too familiar expression in those eyes. Last time we met, I had that very look in my eyes. Don’t tell me that the girl believing in happiness went and lost hers,” Sasori spoke as he decided to simply read into the girl’s eyes. He recognized the sense of despair in those eyes. Whatever was going on, she was a mess of emotion. Leave it to fate to lead her to someone that could hardly handle his own.
“You’ve grown, too. How long has it been…?”
Time stopped, or certainly the beating of her heart did. Despite the obvious years that had passed the familiarity in his voice felt as though she had spoken to him only yesterday. Perhaps it was the replanted memories that gave off this feeling. It wouldn’t be too far fetched either as he had been the last person she could recall speaking to. And yet as she met his gaze she felt a difference to him. Certainly he wasn’t the same man she remembered, at least not entirely.
His words felt like a punch to the guts but she knew he was right. Even so, she would pretend not to understand. Forcing herself to avoid his gave she attempted a smile but only to feel force and awkward. “I don’t know,” the words came out barely above a whisper. Should she feel shameful for what she felt? Would it be alright if she showed her vulnerability? They hadn’t been close friends during her stay here but she recognized him-- knew he had been from her world and understood he wasn’t a villain any longer.
However so, she felt an odd sense of relief. He remembered her-- at least she wasn’t fully alone. “I..” Too many emotions. Between her heartbreak, relief, and pride, she wasn’t certain what to say to him. She wanted him to see her smiling and strong, the person she worked so hard to become.
“It’s nice to see you again, Sasori-san.” The expression she gave to him after finally meeting his gaze was like witnessing a flower trying to hold the fallen petals to itself. Tears were gathering again but she didn’t seem to notice. “It’s been a while.. at least since I’ve been here.” She paused, her gaze lifting to the sun, a tear trickling down. “Um, but the war ended and it’s been peaceful for two years, there was a lot of sacrifice but. .” Shielding herself from the sun’s harsh light, she rose a trembling hand above her eyes.
“All because of him we can smile again.” And yet ...
