everything lies in the eyes of you

Independent RP Blog for Xerneas, that's actually a fairy legendary multi-muse in disguise Canon Divergent Written by Reo Sideblog - follows back from shadesandrollerblades, twilighttheater, and alibraryofsouls

[silverdeer]

"Met two other Xerneas, they're my brother and his adorable little girl. We're all equally the best." ✨

[silverdeer]

"If anyone wants help with picking flowers, I'm your girl~"

[faesandfaunas]

!!!!!

[silverdeer]

"Just enjoying a nice cup of pumpkaboo spice coffee. Want some?"

[faesandfaunas]

"I... suppose. But why do I have a feeling that hasn't been the only thing you've been up to?"

[faesandfaunas]

[no energy to update the rules here. will do that soon though sdfgd]

[silverdeer]

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Absolutely not responsible for children shaking pokemon.

[faesandfaunas]

"...Sylvia what in the world did you do?"

[faesandfaunas]

responding to X @silverdeer

Yes I would have to agree, there's an interesting opposing feeling to this isn't there?

[silverdeer]

I see - for Xerxes

"Might as well be a brother from another Arceus. You're one of the few people who get the fairy problems I have. We can share most things with each other."

"Eeeeespecially the world's cutest little spark!"

[faesandfaunas]

silverdeer​:

Oh no, not that face. That face is super effective. Someday is going to be a one-hit knockout.

“Eeeeeespeciallyyyyy you!” She gives a boop and winks. “Priority is given to my special girl! Allie-oop!” It’s piggyback time!

The boop she’s given makes her start giggling, but being fully picked up for a piggyback ride makes her start laughing with joy!

Unintentionally making the air around them very sparkly with such unrestrained fairy aura, but she’s having so much fun!

[faesandfaunas]

silverdeer​:

"If any of you shorty kids need a piggyback ride, do let me know~"

Curiously looking up at her now.

[faesandfaunas]

obliviscii​:

“I suppose I have.” Yveltal responds, clearly having never thought too much on it up until he thought on the outside perspective. “They have taken to calling me ‘King of Night’,” he explains further. Given how he was the strongest dark-type, he supposed the title made sense, after all. “I… must admit, it does feel a bit nice being known for something other than death, and referred to as such as well. They… do not seem to mind who I really am, and I do not have to keep my identity hidden around them.” Yveltal lifts a hand again, running it through jet black feathers of the Murkrow perched upon him.

It was refreshing, he had to admit. Not having to tiptoe around and be secretive as to who he really was. Yveltal liked this town, and the people in it treated him well - but only because he hid who he really was. He had tried, he tried to be honest with some of the people he used to live around, even with his ring, even without the risk of killing them. He was still met with that same animosity anyways. And here, he had hid his name entirely, and… it worked.

The Murkrow cawed in response towards Xerneas. Of course they didn’t mind! This was the beloved friend of their own king, after all, and anyone in his good graces were in theirs as well. They’d all heard many good things about the Fae Prince from Yveltal, and they certainly didn’t want to be the cause of any problems between the two. Perhaps they and the fae could even work side by side - they weren’t enemies despite their opposing typings.

“Oh yes, I would say so,” Yveltal casts a glance to the Honchkrow in the trees, ceasing their chattering for a moment to give him a collective nod of approval, “we were able to divide up their territories based on Kalos’ subregions, in a way that was fair to the three of them. One will be in charge of coastal Kalos, one in central Kalos, and the other in mountain Kalos. There is another Honchkrow that has authority over these three and the murder as a whole, I suppose you may call him my right hand. He can govern in case something were to happen to me, hibernation or otherwise. Unfortunately, he was unable to make it tonight, but I do hope you can meet him at some point. He is quite the old soul, though I think you would like him.”

He leaned against the doorway while he listened, giving a pleased hum the more he describes the treatment that Kalos’ murder had for him. “You’ve more than earned the respect that they have for you, I’m glad finally someone shares my opinion that you deserve this and more. Many someones in fact.” He grins at the birds around, very relieved to learn that they didn’t mind his presence too. Some pokemon could be so pushy about their territory or typing, it was nice to hear that they were willing to lend him a similar form of respect.

How intriguing to learn that he had a right hand bird at his side, especially on the note of hibernation. He could very well fall asleep and his right hand bird would’ve passed on, it’s a fact that Xerneas had to adjust to many times over. He wouldn’t ruin the mood with this fact but... he did wonder how that situation would be handled, would it be a title passed on from generation to generation? What an interesting take on an assistant pokemon if so.

“I would love to meet him another time then, whenever he stops by again.” He chuckles, “listening to you talk about the regions of Kalos for them reminds me of talks with the fairies. It’s not all that different in sound, though probably with a bit more mischief thrown in with tricks they like to pull on people.”

“Ah-- on that note, I suppose I should say if anyone in the murder ever has real trouble with someone of my court, I am open to trying to remedy the situation.” He gives a hopeful smile, “frankly I think it would be nice if they could get along, so I’m willing to play mediator as much as needed.”

[faesandfaunas]

silverdeer​:

@faesandfaunas Xerxes: “Sylvia? Sylvia! What happened?!”

Hurt/comfort prompts

Sylvia felt absolutely humiliated. Here she was, openly sobbing because her legs gave out again. She couldn’t walk it off now and try the antidotes she had at home. And worst of all, she was found.

Weakly, she looked up. Oh goodness, it was Xerxes. The only good thing to happen today. “Ib-” when she opened her mouth, she felt new, fresh tears spilling. Both pain and humiliation were overwhelming her. It was worse now that her nose was running too.

“I tribbed on G'faiai nebt.” Sylvia swiped at her eyes with the cuffs of both of her sleeves. How was she supposed to expect it was Grafaiai territory in the city? Most of the time, paint meant smeargle. What was one of those doing out here? “Poison hurbs.” Another sob escaped from Sylvia. Of all people, Xerxes would know just how much worse poison is to them.

Poison? He’s visibly horrified at the thought that she’d been poisoned-- indeed what in the world were Grafaiai doing out here of all places? That would be something to report somewhere surely, but first and foremost he attempts to help her stand up if possible, letting her lean on his shoulder if needed. 

“Do you want to get to a center?” He asks, “or should I find you a place to rest and grab an antidote and potions? I don’t have any with me at the moment but surely we can’t be that far from either of those options...” 

He frowns with worry. “I wish I could simply heal you myself, but that doesn’t have much effect in stopping poison. Got that reminder semi-recently myself, but... regardless, it’s going to be okay I promise.”

[faesandfaunas]

@profutured​

With a lack of knowing what else to call the person who messaged her phone about her rhythm game, Magearna had named them in her contacts ‘Rhythm Game Watcher’... considering that was evidently what they had been doing, somehow. 

However upon scrolling through her contact list days later, she finds a new name she did not put into her phone. Professor A. Turo... last she checked she didn’t know any professors. Opening the messages shared revealed this was apparently the mysterious Rhythm Game Watcher. Wow, a whole professor had been watching her phone... she was very curious as to why, maybe he’d just been bored? Though hacking into a girl’s phone to watch her get high scores on neat songs was an interesting way to alleviate boredom.

Not that she doesn’t also think she’d maybe do that herself, if she had the capability to do so.

[That’s a funny way to introduce yourself, Mr. Turo.]

[faesandfaunas]

obliviscii​:

Yveltal smiles a little bit, shaking his head. “Ah, no need to worry. You are not interrupting at all. I believe we had gone over pretty much everything we needed to already?” He questions, eyes sweeping over the murder before him. The birds squawked in turn, Yveltal’s hand soon moving to pat the beak of the Murkrow on his shoulder. “We were just talking for fun at this point.”

Before, though, they had been discussing territories in Kalos. Though all of the crows worked under him and followed him, the Honchkrow still had their individual territories and Murkrow themselves. Yveltal would always have seniority, and was above them all (except for the Honchkrow that act as his right hand - that one had special privileges even above the rest), but allowing self-governing in groups seemed to be fair to him. It was just a matter of outlining those territories in a way that didn’t step on any toes.

“You do not need to concern yourself with that, truly, Xerneas. You can stay as long as you would like to.” One of the Honchkrow in the trees flew over to the other two, and Yveltal could hear them chattering quietly to each other. Not loud enough to make out what they were saying, however… curious. Perhaps he could ask them about it later on, if it was an issue that concerned the murder any.

“But yes, Kalos’ murder has become quite accustomed to me over the past few thousand years. They are such smart and intelligent pokemon - all pokemon are, really, but the crows are even smarter than you would think. I had fed one a long time back, when Zygarde had given me my ring - since I could interact with the living without fear - and I supposed that one Murkrow remembered it, for he kept coming back. And soon, there were more. I suppose we were able to find common ground upon sharing our typings. They have become a bit of an omen of death after so long, and have acted as my eyes and ears across Kalos…” Yveltal clears his throat. “Apologies for rambling. To make a long story short, though, they have sworn themselves to me, and now here we are. This, of course, is not the entire murder but a mere fraction. I am worried about the commotion it would cause if they all were to be here, so only several tend to come and visit at a time unless I am not at my home.”

Xerneas’ identity was not lost on the Murkrow either, of course, Yveltal having spoken of him to them many times before. A lot of them looked on curiously towards the god of life, unable to really talk among themselves like the Honchkrow due to their closer vicinity… but being able to see the subject of so many of Yveltal’s talks was pretty cool to them!

From the moment that Yveltal stated who he was, the flock seemed to have all their eyes on him if they didn’t already. Their gazes didn’t bother Xerneas any either, he was kind of used to this but he wondered exactly what was going through their minds. Not that he had time to wonder that for long, as when Yveltal began explaining he had his full attention.

It was hard to not be excited hearing him talking about his murder of crows, he just sounded so pleased with having connected to so many pokemon. That happiness he gained from it was just contagious to Xerneas, especially after hearing about what had happened to Yveltal in his absence before. 

“No need to apologize, you know I never get tired of listening.” He replied with another dismissive wave to the idea that he was just rambling on. “But wow, I suppose you’ve went and become royalty yourself while I was away haven’t you? It’s like you’re their king from the way you speak about them, I hope your loyal subjects don’t mind a foreign one stopping by.”

He’s saying this lightheartedly but it’s also hardly a joke, though not getting into the fact that he is still loosely considered a prince. There is no king above him at the moment for him to be succeeding, however he still needed more experience before he could be considered a complete king. Though depending on who you asked among the fae, he might as well have already been there. 

“It is very nice to meet all of you,” he waves in greeting towards the Murkrow and Honchkrow, before turning back to Yveltal. “I’m guessing the discussion went well overall though? And I’m glad to hear I didn’t disrupt anything, I was just worried when I saw you weren’t there.”

[faesandfaunas]

obliviscii​:

“All I had told them was that we were living together, which… I suppose back then may as well have meant marriage all things considered. It caught me off-guard the first time they’d asked me - I wasn’t sure what to say. They were vehement about it, even in Exile’s Garden… they had told me to say goodbye to you before we got to the dropoff, which is why I did that when I got back home that day. Still referring to you as my husband, even at the very end.”

“Aw, that is sweet of them though. And while they were a bit early at it, I suppose they were right eventually anyway hm? They get the last laugh from the afterlife I suppose.”

[faesandfaunas]

“Heading back home then? Tell your husband we said hello!”

“Huh? My-- O-Oh, okay! I will!”

[faesandfaunas]

obliviscii​:

“Of course, they thought I was lying every time I told them otherwise. They wholeheartedly believed it up until their final days, and even after that.”

“I may have some fault in that, they brought up their belief of us being married to me too sometimes while I was out. And I didn’t know if you told them that, or they were just mistaken.”

“So I just ran with whatever they said, and was too nervous to ask ‘did you tell them we’re married?’ Everytime I got home after that.”

[faesandfaunas]

obliviscii​:

HIS NEIGHBORS WOULD EVEN REFER TO XERNEAS AS HIS HUSBAND TOO-

“And they never believed you no matter how many times you tried to tell them differently.”