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Soraia West
hehehehehe, beat ended up all lumpy.
you wouldn’t believe how many people in hoenn have never seen a palpitoad before. they’ve been kinda mean about it actually... good thing he still knows he’s the hottest thing on the planet :*
if anything, he’s a little cranky that he can’t fit in my scarf anymore. but i think the fact that he has actual legs now is more than making up for it.
cadentcounterpoint --> cardinalcantrix, glasshousegears
((the children have been split up onto their own separate blogs, which means that for the first time in about three years, soraia finally has full control over her own blog again!
you can re-follow nate at @glasshousegears.
in fact, if you’re following any of my blogs – which you most likely are, if you’re seeing this post – i’d highly recommend it. he’s an important kid ;D))
[ March 26, 2016 (12:04 A.M.) ]
Soraia is a fan of independence and the nightlife, and Mauville has those in spades -- and she knows she could have taken on Dewford two months ago without a problem, but really, where’s the fun in that?
cadentcounterpoint --> cardinalcantrix, glasshousegears
((the children have been split up onto their own separate blogs, which means that for the first time in about three years, soraia finally has full control over her own blog again!
you can re-follow nate at @glasshousegears.
in fact, if you’re following any of my blogs -- which you most likely are, if you’re seeing this post -- i’d highly recommend it. he’s an important kid ;D))
[incoming call]
“Hello? I’m sorry, could you–” It sounds a little cluttered in the background, full of children shrieking commands and untrained Pokémon trying to follow them. They’re all swallowed up soon enough by the sound of a heavy wooden door clicking shut. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Kiki ain’t human, she hardly counts,” Nate protests, followed by a puff of laughter and a yelp as Brielyn takes that as her cue to release herself from her Pokeball and promptly stomp on his foot. “Brielyn – fuck, Brie, you know that’s not what I meant…”
The teasing makes him smile despite the flush that seems to be permanently established under his cheekbones, his face reflexively feigning indignity despite the fact that he knows that Anansi won’t be able to see it. “How can I do that when you’re so fuckin’ breathtaking?” he complains, drawing out the last bit for effect. It’s quite possibly the worst joke he’s ever made. He’s proud of himself.
Nate softens, lets his voice do the same. He’s good at that, voices. “I miss you too. A lot more than you think.”
He laughs at the yelp and at the protests that follow, able to guess what’s happened. “She take offense huh?”
Anansi rolls his eyes and groans at the line, biting his lip to stop the laughter that threatens to spill from his mouth. “That was shit darlin’. Absolutely fuckin’ terrible. You should be ‘shamed.” He can’t hold it back any longer, giggling into the phone as warmth spikes through his chest.
Fuck he misses him.
He thinks of Celie, of the warning she’d given him and thinks to tell Nate. Stops before he can voice anything, then remembers he’d promised no more secrets, from anyone. “’m thinkin’ of pickin’ the League back up, get out an’ move ‘round. Had a visitor earlier, mentioned somethin’ ‘bout a ‘shadow’ how it ain’t a good ‘dea to stay in one place. I ain’t in any trouble, ‘fore you start thinkin’ up stuff, just a precaution I guess?”
“...shadow?” Anansi knows him well. The word kills all the budding laughter in his throat, fizzles out from underneath the warmth bubbling in his chest. He’s already thought up five different ways all of this could go south by the time he’s being told not to. “You’re... yeah. A precaution, yeah, that’s good.”
Nate bites his lip, suddenly feeling small and cold in the expanse of the empty hallway. “I should hope you’re not in any fuckin’ trouble,” he says, an attempt at lightheartedness that falls from his mouth like it’s made of lead. “That would be... it would...”
His voice is little and dim when he speaks up again. “Stay safe, love.”
[text] you wanted me to let you know when it was snowing back home? well, here's me letting you know x
{text}: pictures please!!!{text}: x
[ x ]
He couldn’t have kept the contentment off his face if he’d tried, unable to stem the stupid grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes and painted his cheeks with rosy, glowing fondness. This wasn’t the young man who’d spent a year in Verdanturf drowning his unspeakable sorrows in books, or the teenager who’d met customers at the door in Lumiose wearing industrial goggles and a welcoming smile, or the boy who’d charmed his way up the ladder in Castelia only to burn it all out from underneath him, or even the child who’d tried so hard to exist in Nimbasa the way he was supposed to.
This was just… Nate. Nate who had always been so good at being everything. Nate who had never found it this easy to just be.
“Sounds like a dream,” he answered, squeezing Anansi’s hand as if to remind himself that it wasn’t and letting himself be pulled along. “They had the first book back in the Narrow Street house, Mia used to read it to me but I never got to read the rest of ‘em – didn’t even know there were more ‘til I moved to Nimbasa…” He trailed off as they approached the desk.
“I used to sneak down into the kitchen after the evenin’ meal an’ ask Frankie to read ‘em to me. He used to act all put out at first, like he had other things to do, but he’d get really into it a few pages in, do the different voices an’ everythin’.” Anansi smiled softly as he spoke of the old cook, the affection he felt for him obvious in his voice.
It didn’t take long to get through the process, barely even five minutes passed until they were stepping out onto the streets of Lumiose City, snow falling thick around them. Anansi turned to grin at Nate, tugging him out into the street proper. “Let me be the first one to welcome you back to Kalos.” He swooped in, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.
Despite his coat, Nate found himself shivering as they approached the exit to the street in Lumiose, the draft blowing through the held-open door colder than anything he'd felt in the past year. The sky outside had him blinking, cold and snowy white -- nothing at all like the pure Hoenn blues he'd grown used to. This felt more like home, more like the city that pierced the sky across the sea...
A kiss pressed to the tip of his nose from familiar lips and he knew this was home enough, at least while he was with the right company. Nate laughed, snow already catching in his curls, and took both of Anansi's hands in his. "Get over here--"
Really, kissing him never got old.
end of an era.
[text] hey i’m sorry that i couldn’t stay longer or say goodbye in person but if i don’t catch this ferry to dewford then i’ll be waiting days for the next one [text] so i just wanted to let you know that i’ll be traveling. a lot. for a really long time, probably, or maybe for just as long as it takes me to defeat the champion [text] which means that i’m probably [text] well, i don’t think i’ll be able to come home all that often, at least not while we’re doing this.
[text] i know you said you were okay with it, but are you really? [text] because i know we talked about it and i know you mean well but i also know that your heart gets the better of your head most of the time [text] and i don’t want you feeling like you have to chase me around for the sake of my safety. we both know i can handle myself.
[text] for the longest time, you let my life take priority over yours. [text] that wasn’t fair to you back then and it’s not fair to you now, not even if you say that’s what you want [text] you have your own life, nate. you can do what you want with it [text] you’ve got that teaching thing at the trainer’s school, right? [text] take that and run with it. you’ll be so fucking amazing, i know it [text] it’s been too long since i’ve seen you shine like that [text] actually i don’t think i ever did
[text] and i know you feel like you’ve broken too much to keep on going but you were always the best at fixing weren’t you? [text] reintroduce yourself, to yourself. explore the world around you. pick up the pieces when you find them, paste them back together with stubbornness and maybe a little bit of superglue [text] you’ll heal, i promise [text] anyone can [text] i did
[text] this isn’t the last time you’ll hear from me, i promise. [text] the world is too big not to be traveled, but you’ll always be home to me [text] we’ll see each other soon.
[text] it’s been a pleasure, nathaniel altieri
first impact.
[ January 17th, 2016 (12:19 P.M.) ]
Two weeks after first making the waitlist, caught behind the holiday influx of tourists trying their luck and students practicing for their midyear examinations, Soraia West finally manages to get an audience with the Rustboro Gym Leader.
She’s never stood in this arena before, not personally, but she’s practically lived the Hoenn League through Carlie and Colin’s letters anyway. The gym is different from how she pictured it, though she gets the vaguest feeling that it’s also changed since her cousins took on the League -- gym designs rarely stay exactly the same for that long, and besides, Colin surely would’ve said something about the giant fossils on the back wall.
Roxanne is different from how she pictured her, too, younger despite the years that have passed since Soraia lived the journey through letters and TV specials, determined and solid despite the exhaustion that she catches licking at the edge of her voice in washed-out starbursts of peach and pale gray when she introduces herself. These past few weeks must have been terribly busy for her, she thinks, watching the practiced curve of her throw when she calls out a Geodude to open the field.
Soraia almost feels bad when Beat hops out of her scarf to meet his opponent, the little Tympole raring and ready to go, desperate to prove his months of training in the first official battle he’s ever had.
The match is over before it even begins.
[incoming call]
“Hello? I’m sorry, could you–” It sounds a little cluttered in the background, full of children shrieking commands and untrained Pokémon trying to follow them. They’re all swallowed up soon enough by the sound of a heavy wooden door clicking shut. “Hey, what’s up?”
“I was gunna say Keek likes fruitcake but then it just kinda drives your point home.” He laughs, bringing a hand up to take the phone and another to keep Ananke pressed to his chest as he stands. The phone gets clicked off speaker and cradled between his shoulder and ear as Anansi pats his pockets in search of smokes. “’D fight them all. Buy out all the tickets just for me.”
Anansi hums in understanding at the request, taking the time to fish a cigarette out and light it during the lull in conversation. The wind is cold as it blows in through the now open patio doors and he misses Nate more than ever.
His cheeks heat at the confession but he’s laughing, coughing around a sudden inhale of smoke. “You breathe at all through that darlin’?” He teases, wishing Nate was here, right now, in front of him so he could see the look on his face. “I miss you…”
“Kiki ain’t human, she hardly counts,” Nate protests, followed by a puff of laughter and a yelp as Brielyn takes that as her cue to release herself from her Pokeball and promptly stomp on his foot. “Brielyn -- fuck, Brie, you know that’s not what I meant...”
The teasing makes him smile despite the flush that seems to be permanently established under his cheekbones, his face reflexively feigning indignity despite the fact that he knows that Anansi won’t be able to see it. “How can I do that when you’re so fuckin’ breathtaking?” he complains, drawing out the last bit for effect. It’s quite possibly the worst joke he’s ever made. He’s proud of himself.
Nate softens, lets his voice do the same. He’s good at that, voices. “I miss you too. A lot more than you think.”
[text] you wanted me to let you know when it was snowing back home? well, here's me letting you know x
{text}: pictures please!!!{text}: x
[ x ]
He couldn’t have kept the contentment off his face if he’d tried, unable to stem the stupid grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes and painted his cheeks with rosy, glowing fondness. This wasn’t the young man who’d spent a year in Verdanturf drowning his unspeakable sorrows in books, or the teenager who’d met customers at the door in Lumiose wearing industrial goggles and a welcoming smile, or the boy who’d charmed his way up the ladder in Castelia only to burn it all out from underneath him, or even the child who’d tried so hard to exist in Nimbasa the way he was supposed to.
This was just... Nate. Nate who had always been so good at being everything. Nate who had never found it this easy to just be.
“Sounds like a dream,” he answered, squeezing Anansi’s hand as if to remind himself that it wasn’t and letting himself be pulled along. “They had the first book back in the Narrow Street house, Mia used to read it to me but I never got to read the rest of ‘em -- didn’t even know there were more ‘til I moved to Nimbasa...” He trailed off as they approached the desk.
[ it's not even 3 in the afternoon and I'm in bed trying not to feel like death and I still don't have my laptop back and I'm going back to school in two days and aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAA ]
[text] you wanted me to let you know when it was snowing back home? well, here's me letting you know x
{text}: pictures please!!!{text}: x
Nate didn’t even try to withdraw his hand after he’d been pulled to his feet, poking Anansi in the cheek with his free hand and sticking his tongue out at the words that followed.
“I’m your guest. Your job to keep me warm,” he huffed, a grin shining through his voice. “That’s how this works, ’m pretty sure.”
“’m sure I can find some way to keep you warm.” Anansi smirked as they walked back down the docks, only to let it turn sly. “Like get Pitch to lay on you for a coupl’a hours.”
The heat continued to blaze and set his skin itching as he grew far to warm. Anansi almost sighed in relief when they entered the shaded building housing the teleport station. “You used this thing before? It’s free, rely on donations I think. Woman explains it all to you anyways when you enter the room anyways.”
Nate butted him gently over the top of the shoulder with his forehead. “Don’t suppose there’s any chance of requestin’ a substitute?” The hope in his voice sounded almost childish. “Because don’t get me wrong, Pitch is great, but I could stand to just hold you till I get the feeling back in my fingers again... and maybe then some, ‘cause I ain’t gotten the chance to do that nearly as much as I would’ve liked for the past year.”
He shook his head when Anansi asked about the teleport station. “Do I look like I’ve been doin’ much travelin’ lately?” Nate questioned, a gentle prod aimed mostly at himself. “Lead the way.”
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The Tympole reluctantly sank back into the folds of his Trainer’s scarf with a suspicious chirrup. It prompted a laugh from Soraia, who tucked the red cloth back over his head. “He’s just very defensive. All bark and no bite, I promise.”
She nodded at the explanation that the other girl offered, a brief smile flashing across her face at the code-switching. “That’s really cool! I lived in Lumiose for about a year, but I didn’t pick up very much of the language in Kalos.” Which was true, she hadn’t picked it up in Kalos – but explaining anything regarding Unova was far more trouble than it was worth in a passing comment.
Tamera just gave a wry laugh. She wished she could say the same about her Pokémon; they may bark, but they could also most certainly bite… as Raios had unfortunately discovered.
“It’s good zat ‘e cares about you so much zough. You must be a good Trainer.” Not every Pokémon got so defensive about their human.
“You lived in Kalos? I’ve never been zere, mais I’d kind of like to see what it’s like. Is it very different from ‘oenn?” She hardly ever met anyone who’d spent a lot of time in Kalos. Kalos was her roots, but she knew absolutely nothing about the region except for the language and a few minor cultural details. “What brought you to ‘oenn?”
Soraia shrugged, a little smile stretching unbidden across her face. “My best friend found him stuck in the pipes of the studio where we lived last winter. We decided to take care of him for a while, just until the weather warmed up enough outside, but by the time spring came around he didn’t wanna leave... that was a long time after I ran the League in Kalos, though. He hasn’t done much in the way of battling yet.”
She pulled at the tips of her gloves, thinking about what to say. “Very different? I’d say so, yes. For one thing, it’s a lot colder -- it actually snows most of the time in some of the northern towns -- oh, and there’s less water! The western side faces the sea, so there is a pretty big coastal region, but it’s not nearly as obvious as it is when you have to cross Hoenn. Um, it’s very pretty, and not just in the cities like people might try to say, a lot of the routes have flowers everywhere and sometimes they have fountains and there are a lot of places that are just nice to visit...”
A sheepish laugh ended her thoughts as she remembered she still had another question to answer. “I was getting... sick, yeah? My doctor thought the weather in Verdanturf would be better for me. So we moved.” She gestured at the gloves and scarf and jacket, so clearly out of place among the heat of the day. “Didn’t really work, but I mean, can’t blame them for trying.”
[incoming call]
“Hello? I’m sorry, could you–” It sounds a little cluttered in the background, full of children shrieking commands and untrained Pokémon trying to follow them. They’re all swallowed up soon enough by the sound of a heavy wooden door clicking shut. “Hey, what’s up?”
He can’t help but laugh at the image, despite the indignity that soon follows. It’s not like he hasn’t faced worse pictures – worse realities, even. “No, you fuckin’ fruitcake, not like the contest ones. That’s Coordinator with a capital C. I’m tryin’ to get a job as a teacher… workin’ with kids for now, might get university certified once I’ve got the money and the time. Maybe best if I save the glitter and the show for an audience like you, yeah?”
The phrase hits him in the chest harder than he’d like and he’s blinking, trying to make sure he’s heard correctly before he opens his mouth and makes an idiot of himself. “Not… not in so many words,” he stammers, a soft glow starting from somewhere deep in his chest despite his blustery exterior. “You sure, you…?”
“I… DId you just call me a fruitcake?” Anansi cackles, the noise so sudden it wakes Ananke up and she whines. “I don’t even like fruitcake, what a terrible thing to call me. An’ I can’t see hear the capitals over the phone, I liked the idea, way to crush my dreams.” He’s grinning wide even though Nate can’t see, but he’s sure he knows all the same. “Teacher though huh? I can see it. Any idea what you wanna teach?”
A clawed foot in his ribs has him wincing as the Chespin relocates higher up on his torso. “I like the sound’a that sorta show, might even be worth gettin’ glitter in the house to see it.”
Her nose is cold as she presses it into her trainer’s neck, setting him off laughing, still listening to Nate stammer. “’m sure, wouldn’t have said it otherwise, idiot.” Anansi wonders if he’s blushing, Nate, not himself, suddenly wants to see it. Gods when did he turn into such a fucking sap?
“Nobody with half a brain likes fruitcake, that’s why it’s such a great insult,” Nate informs him. “Hey, if you’re that interested, I could still do it. I mean, I’m in the right region for it... but why would you wanna share me with all of Hoennese television when you could just have me to yourself?” He’s long since managed to master the art of slipping a wicked smile under the surface of his voice. “There’s food for thought.”
The door clicks open and a little head pokes out, blinking curious brown eyes up at him. “Ah, hold up--” Nate doesn’t entirely remove the phone from his ear as he crouches down to the kid’s level, resulting in snatches of soothing conversation and a high, insistent voice crackling down the line in between moments of silence. “Sorry, kid was upset his PokeNav wasn’t working, wouldn’t believe me when I said he forgot to turn it on...”
He looks down the hallway to make sure it’s clear before he says anything further, furtive glances around the corner as if he means to do something utterly unspeakable in public.
“Just so we’re clear for the record Anansi Lieva I love you too,” he says, words blurring together so much that it hardly sounds like there are any spaces at all.
[incoming call]
“Hello? I’m sorry, could you–” It sounds a little cluttered in the background, full of children shrieking commands and untrained Pokémon trying to follow them. They’re all swallowed up soon enough by the sound of a heavy wooden door clicking shut. “Hey, what’s up?”
The stress slides off his shoulders the moment he hears Anansi’s voice, the harsh line of his back easing a little as he leans against the wall. “Not a daycare, no – well, it’s close, I guess, but it ain’t me that’s runnin’ it. Been observin’ the little ones at the Trainer’s School in Rustboro lately, I was talkin’ to a district coordinator an’ they said I’d need the experience if I ever wanted a job…”
He trails off with a laugh, brushing the talk about work aside. “Not so terribly important, I’ve been here all week. Always got time for you.”
“Coordinator? Like the contest ones? You gunna dress in glitter an’ get Mariska to try an’ woo the judges? ‘d fuckin’ pay to see that if you are darlin’, front row seats…” He’s laughing as he talks, head tipped back over the arm of the sofa so he can watch the snow out of the patio doors, albeit upside down.
Anansi hums softly, smiles just the same and doesn’t say anything for a moment as the warmth spreads through his chest. “You know I love you yeah?”
He can’t help but laugh at the image, despite the indignity that soon follows. It’s not like he hasn’t faced worse pictures – worse realities, even. “No, you fuckin’ fruitcake, not like the contest ones. That’s Coordinator with a capital C. I’m tryin’ to get a job as a teacher… workin’ with kids for now, might get university certified once I’ve got the money and the time. Maybe best if I save the glitter and the show for an audience like you, yeah?”
The phrase hits him in the chest harder than he’d like and he’s blinking, trying to make sure he’s heard correctly before he opens his mouth and makes an idiot of himself. “Not… not in so many words,” he stammers, a soft glow starting from somewhere deep behind his ribcage despite his blustery exterior. “You sure, you…?”
[ copypaste and cut because editing reblogs on this computer ain’t gonna happen anytime soon: ]
.:Soraia:.
Mental: Absent-Minded | Artistic | Avant Garde | Bookworm | Can’t Stand Art | Computer Whiz | Eccentric | Gatherer | Excitable | Genius | Green Thumb | Handy | Insane | Natural Cook | Neurotic | Nurturing | Perceptive | Photographer’s Eye | Savvy Sculptor | Unstable | Virtuoso
Physical: Athletic | Brave | Clumsy | Couch Potato | Coward | Disciplined | Heavy Sleeper | Hydrophobic | Light sleeper | Lucky | Loves the Cold | Loves the Heat | Loves to Swim | Neat | Never Nude | Slob | Unlucky
Social: Born Salesperson | Brooding | Charismatic | Commitment issues | Dislikes Children | Diva | Dramatic | Easily Impressed | Flirty | Friendly| Good Sense of Humor | Great Kisser | Grumpy | Hopeless Romantic | Inappropriate | Irresistible | Loner | Loser | Mean Spirited | Mooch | Natural Born Performer | No sense of humor | Party Animal | Proper | Schmoozer | Shy | Snob | Social Butterfly | Socially Awkward | Supernatural Fan | Supernatural Skeptic | Unflirty
Lifestyle: Adventurous | Ambitious | Angler | Animal Lover | Bot fan | Cat Person | Childish | Daredevil | Dog Person | Eco-Friendly | Equestrian | Evil | Family-Oriented | Frugal | Good | Hates the Outdoors | Hot-headed | Kleptomaniac | Loves the Outdoors | Night Owl | Over-Emotional | Perfectionist | Rebellious | Star Quality | Technophobe| Vegetarian | Vehicle Enthusiast | Workaholic
Other Traits: Allergic to Fur | Conversationalist | Easily Bored | Easy Going | Hyperactive | Outgoing | Paranoid | People Pleaser | Procrastinator | Vain
.:Nate:.
Mental: Absent-Minded | Artistic | Avant Garde | Bookworm | Can’t Stand Art | Computer Whiz | Eccentric | Gatherer | Excitable | Genius | Green Thumb | Handy | Insane | Natural Cook | Neurotic | Nurturing | Perceptive | Photographer’s Eye | Savvy Sculptor | Unstable | Virtuoso
Physical: Athletic | Brave | Clumsy | Couch Potato | Coward | Disciplined | Heavy Sleeper | Hydrophobic | Light sleeper | Lucky | Loves the Cold | Loves the Heat | Loves to Swim | Neat | Never Nude | Slob | Unlucky
Social: Born Salesperson | Brooding | Charismatic | Commitment issues | Dislikes Children | Diva | Dramatic | Easily Impressed | Flirty | Friendly| Good Sense of Humor | Great Kisser | Grumpy | Hopeless Romantic | Inappropriate | Irresistible | Loner | Loser | Mean Spirited | Mooch | Natural Born Performer | No sense of humor | Party Animal | Proper | Schmoozer | Shy | Snob | Social Butterfly | Socially Awkward | Supernatural Fan | Supernatural Skeptic | Unflirty
Lifestyle: Adventurous | Ambitious | Angler | Animal Lover | Bot fan | Cat Person | Childish | Daredevil | Dog Person | Eco-Friendly | Equestrian | Evil | Family-Oriented | Frugal | Good | Hates the Outdoors | Hot-headed | Kleptomaniac | Loves the Outdoors | Night Owl | Over-Emotional | Perfectionist | Rebellious | Star Quality | Technophobe| Vegetarian | Vehicle Enthusiast | Workaholic
Other Traits: Allergic to Fur | Conversationalist | Easily Bored | Easy Going | Hyperactive | Outgoing | Paranoid | People Pleaser | Procrastinator | Vain
[incoming call]
“Hello? I’m sorry, could you–” It sounds a little cluttered in the background, full of children shrieking commands and untrained Pokémon trying to follow them. They’re all swallowed up soon enough by the sound of a heavy wooden door clicking shut. “Hey, what’s up?”
“All I wish is for you to live better. Happily. Find this ‘Nate’ you told me of, tell him you love him.”
Her words kept rolling through his head, forcing him to pick up the phone. Well, not force him, he never really has to be forced to talk to Nate.
“Hey…” The sheer amount of noise in the background makes him laugh. “You started runnin’ a daycare an’ not told me?” The phone is on his chest, loud speaker on as Anansi lays out on the sofa, Ananke fast asleep on his stomach. “Nothin’s up, just wanted to talk to you. You got time? I can ring back later if you ain’t.”
The stress slides off his shoulders the moment he hears Anansi’s voice, the harsh line of his back easing a little as he leans against the wall. “Not a daycare, no -- well, it’s close, I guess, but it ain’t me that’s runnin’ it. Been observin’ the little ones at the Trainer’s School in Rustboro lately, I was talkin’ to a district coordinator an’ they said I’d need the experience if I ever wanted a job...”
He trails off with a laugh, brushing the talk about work aside. “Not so terribly important, I’ve been here all week. Always got time for you.”
