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AN EXPLORATION OF: Circumstantial victimization, An Alien Stranded, wishing to return home but being unable to do so, A vast alien god(?) interacting with and experiencing mortal life, Alien Minds, Learning to Feel, Learning to Love despite the Pain
“I don’t think this is how found family works.”
"It is now."
"what are you catholic? dare not to say the gods' name in vain? fuck off"
"Nay, I'm from space."
Mothers?
No. He never had one either. Never had a father either... or any other blood relatives, for that matter.
Energy simply is. He simply is. This Piece of Him simply is.
But he wondered what it must be like.
Warmth.
He knew it, once. A long, long time ago, when the wound his entrance had caused this land was still fresh, and the earth was pure, yet to be toxified by his presence.
It was the cautious yet graceful approach of the ever-green monarch who'd eventually, after Eternatus' fall, bless him with his empathy, and his pity. The alien wyrm remembers his touch upon his borderline holographic skin clear as day. The first kindness this world would show Eternatus- possibly the last, but appreciated and craved all the same.
Eternatus had leaned into the king's touch with reckless abandon, basking in his warmth and eventual, slow, budding love. But Eternatus' love is one that is hardly withstood. And with words of affirmation and feelings of love and regret unsaid, Eternatus would retract, watching as his poison seeped through his beloved king's very self, sapping him of his strength and - one day - his life.
He could not bear to watch him die. Could not bear to be the reason he would one day be gone.
And so, Eternatus shut himself off completely from ever feeling that love again, or so he thought.
Innocent love, like a child has for the sun? That he found doable.
But if the touch of his heart and soul was bringing death to him whom he loved so tenderly - a feeling heretofore unknown to him - it was upon Eternatus to be responsible and conduct damage control.
And so he`d sealed himself off.
Am I mildly obsessed with the concept of love? Yes, maybe. Do I have shame in that? NOPE NOT AT ALL
We do not support cynicism and doomerism here
Warmth.
He knew it, once. A long, long time ago, when the wound his entrance had caused this land was still fresh, and the earth was pure, yet to be toxified by his presence.
It was the cautious yet graceful approach of the ever-green monarch who'd eventually, after Eternatus' fall, bless him with his empathy, and his pity. The alien wyrm remembers his touch upon his borderline holographic skin clear as day. The first kindness this world would show Eternatus- possibly the last, but appreciated and craved all the same.
Eternatus had leaned into the king's touch with reckless abandon, basking in his warmth and eventual, slow, budding love. But Eternatus' love is one that is hardly withstood. And with words of affirmation and feelings of love and regret unsaid, Eternatus would retract, watching as his poison seeped through his beloved king's very self, sapping him of his strength and - one day - his life.
He could not bear to watch him die. Could not bear to be the reason he would one day be gone.
And so, Eternatus shut himself off completely from ever feeling that love again, or so he thought.
Innocent love, like a child has for the sun? That he found doable.
But if the touch of his heart and soul was bringing death to him whom he loved so tenderly - a feeling heretofore unknown to him - it was upon Eternatus to be responsible and conduct damage control.
And so he`d sealed himself off.
Local alien dragon forever yearning for his royal not-boyfriend
Chosen of Nothing, Not-Hero, does it still hurt? Does it still exhaust you?
Of course it hurts. Of course she's tired. The Unova region is heavy, and she carries it all on such small shoulders. It's present, it's future, it's past.
She still doesn't know why she took the Championship. It isn't as though she likes battling that much—no more than the next person, at least. She hadn't had any grand ambitions or goals in mind. It had nothing to do with her own desires, her own passion.
She could have said no. Heidi could be a normal student, not trying to juggle college and the League. She had completed her journey, undergone her trials, and she had returned home again.
By all rights, she had earned a normal life.
But she was given the offer from Alder; the seat was hers if she wanted it. And for some reason... wanted it she had.
(She thinks about the Book of Seals. About the person who had guided her to the truth across centuries. A complete stranger to whom Heidi—no, all of Unova—owed their lives. And though she knows nothing about them, she can't help but admire that person.
Maybe that's who she wants to be.)
"Sometimes," she says, to no one in particular. "But someone has to do it."
In an astounding display of courage, Leon managed to keep his arm (somewhat) steady as Eternatus leaned against it. Though he knew his hand was still shaking, sending minute vibrations through the dragon's helm, he couldn't bring himself to pull away. Not just for his own sake, but... Eternatus seems to be enjoying it, too. And what kind of knight would deprive it of this small comfort?
There was something about it that calmed him down, too. Not entirely, for Leon's heart still beat as frantically against his ribs as a Rookidee caught in a cage, but at least he was breathing a little more normally now.
❝ Love is... a wonderful thing. The most amazing sanctuary. As long as you can love and be loved... You'll find a way to get better. To stop hurting. ❞
The former Champion heaved a weary sigh, his thumb rubbing small, soft circles where it rested against the creature's face.
❝ I can't forget what happened between us, but I don't blame you for it — you were stressed and put in a situation you didn't make. If you're willing to give me time, I can learn to forgive you. Maybe you can even learn to forgive yourself, too. ❞
It was almost as though Leon's heartbeat was his own. Was this what it felt like for humans to be terrified? Was this normal in this world?
It wasn't a good feeling. And yet, so he saw and felt now, the man before him showed compassion and tenderness despite his instincts sending him aflutter with the desire to flee.
"Do you not think my desire to be loved despite my poison is rooted in selfishness?" Oddly, the question came out much quieter and less confidently - or perhaps much less indifferently - than Eternatus had originally intended. As if he was afraid of the answer. As if he didn't want to hear the answer from Leon.
But if the answer was one that Eternatus didn't actually want to know, why had he asked it?
The wyrm sighed, this Piece of Him slowly, gently, hovering down toward the ground... and eventually touching it, laying tame against the soil beneath. As though a magical unicorn coming to rest against a pure hearted maiden's lap.
"It shouldn't be your responsibility to feel as though you have to forgive me."
It was the most human thought Eternatus had ever had. It scared him.
"And yet you want to give. And yet you want to be kind to me. Despite the terror I can feel in your heart."
Eternatus' eyes closed against the touch of Leon's palm, a soft shudder running through the gentle static of his form.
"I think you must be the bravest soul I've ever known. I commend you, Noble Knight."
Of course it did.
Reshiram’s feelings on the matter pooled as hot lava in his stomach and N had to turn his head a bit to the left – lackidaisical as a flicker of flame came out from the dragon’s rising temper. Smoke exhaled a little as his teeth clicked audibly. No. The answer was firm. Absolutely. Reshiram would not budge on this, even at N’s behest.
“It may be connected to me, but it doesn’t speak for me.” N said after a while, his good eye sliding lazily back to look at Eternatus’ six, head slowly moving back so he could look up at the dragon( ? ) properly. “I understand its concern, though. Reshiram doesn’t know how to perceive you beyond a threat. Yet… if you wanted to kill me, to hurt me, you would’ve done that already.”
Slowly, N raised his hands up, palms facing up towards him. “You may even betray that trust later, it’s a risk one must always take when fostering connections. There is no reason to believe in either one of us to hold us to our words.”
A soft smile despite his words.
“Though it would be nice to trust each other, wouldn’t it? We can start with something… simple.” a pause, “What is your name?”
He can feel the rising heat, the sheer tension, rising in the small human before him. Far be it from Eternatus to provoke a potential explosive reaction in N that the man had no say over.
"Does it not speak for you, or is it what you want to believe? Your own ideal, perhaps?" The question was asked more into the air than directed toward him directly, but N's strength of will was permeable and despite struggling to understand what it was that motivated him, when N raised his hands up, Eternatus felt himself drawn to his touch.
And so, it came that this Piece of Him, an endless well of other-dimensional energy and power, lowered his helm far enough to gently, hesitently, touch his forehead against N's palms. The six eyes closed. Briefly- merely a gesture of courtesy, not physically needed but feeling appropriate.
"Trust is terrifying." he begins in response, "but I want to believe that you are right."
"My name is Eternatus."
Galar League timeline & how often the Championship Cup happens.
Every year the Galar Gym Challenge runs for 8 months from February to September. Trainers wishing to participate must receive an endorsement from a credible source during that time. Each trainer is given a month to beat the gym before being expected to move on to the next gym. If they have not beaten the previous gym in the allotted time they will be disqualified. They can also opt to resign from the challenge all together before their time runs out for any desired reason. This Gym Challenge run is primarily for those interested in challenging the Gym Circuit without taking on the Championship Cup. It's often used by tourists who have managed to get an Endorsement to participate in the Gym Circuit.
Now the Championship Cup takes place every 2 years running for 9 months from February to September. This is the BIG spectacle of Galar. The ninth month is added for the Finals & Semi-Finals of the Championship Cup. Most natives of Galar sign up for this with hopes of either winning the Champion title itself or being noticed by a Gym Leader and taken on as a Gym Trainer. The Championship Cup run is often used to recruit Gym Trainers or even Minor Division Gym Leaders.
Once in a while the Challenge might be shorter depending how quickly the trainers are going through it. While the Championship Cup might run longer or shorter depending how quickly the trainers go through it and how intense the finals are.
Writing for Eternatus can be exhausting in its own (but good!!!) way. Because I get to flex my impersonal writing, and experiment with my writing a little bit.
ough the kindness that people show eternatus despite the legitimate problem he is ismaking me feel sO SOFT
Doomed yaoi.... save me doomed yaoi....
Warmth.
He knew it, once. A long, long time ago, when the wound his entrance had caused this land was still fresh, and the earth was pure, yet to be toxified by his presence.
It was the cautious yet graceful approach of the ever-green monarch who'd eventually, after Eternatus' fall, bless him with his empathy, and his pity. The alien wyrm remembers his touch upon his borderline holographic skin clear as day. The first kindness this world would show Eternatus- possibly the last, but appreciated and craved all the same.
Eternatus had leaned into the king's touch with reckless abandon, basking in his warmth and eventual, slow, budding love. But Eternatus' love is one that is hardly withstood. And with words of affirmation and feelings of love and regret unsaid, Eternatus would retract, watching as his poison seeped through his beloved king's very self, sapping him of his strength and - one day - his life.
He could not bear to watch him die. Could not bear to be the reason he would one day be gone.
And so, Eternatus shut himself off completely from ever feeling that love again, or so he thought.
Innocent love, like a child has for the sun? That he found doable.
But if the touch of his heart and soul was bringing death to him whom he loved so tenderly - a feeling heretofore unknown to him - it was upon Eternatus to be responsible and conduct damage control.
And so he`d sealed himself off.
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