’ why would i? if i wanted to see you shirtless, i’d just look at that one moomoo milk ad from 2010. ‘
"a shirtless advertisement and... misplaced photos are two very different things, zinnia."
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’ why would i? if i wanted to see you shirtless, i’d just look at that one moomoo milk ad from 2010. ‘
"a shirtless advertisement and... misplaced photos are two very different things, zinnia."
STEVEN STONE & ZINNIA LYRIS lapisrex llorekeeper
- multiship/multiverse - multiship/multiverse - mun and muse over 18. - muse over 18, mun under. - nsfw friendly. - nsfw friendly. - 8+ years rp experience. - 7+ years rp experience
art by lapisrex
heya if anyone's interested in playing with a oras latias... hmu there!
’ so your first instinct was to send me naked pictures? i’m not buying it, stone. i get you’re embarrassed, but i’m not upset about it. accidents happen, right? arceus knows i’ve screwed up enough. i’m only teasin’ you. ‘
"... ... ...please don't tell me you still have them."
’ if it makes you feel better, i was impressed. ‘
"NO IT DOESN'T." a pause. "i was--drunk." yes, that would totally convince her. good going, steven stone.
’ how do you screw up that badly. ‘
"--not another word from you, zinnia."
’ if it ain’t the hotshot of a former champ!
— yannow, we never get visitors like you ‘round the hideout. you must be here for something important, but trust me, we ain’t up to anything suspicious. ‘
steven smiles at the ex-leader in good nature. though archie may be one of the individuals to point the finger at for the calamities caused in recent months, he was not one to dwell on one's past mistakes-- apocalyptic as they may be. "i hadn't meant to draw so much attention to myself, but... you can be rest assured. i'm not here to accuse nor blame you or your crew members. i'm actually here to ask for permission, really-- --might i be allowed to explore your cave?"
so i caved and made an ORAS archie :X
across the delta.
dragonhark alter… this place definitely brings back memories. the wind brushes past her face, whistles by her ears, and she closes her eyes against its cold sting and gives a low sigh. her cheeks are flushed pink from the chill, but she doesn’t seem to mind. zinnia walks forward, towards the edge of the tower, and peers down.
oddly enough, she gets no sense of vertigo as she looks down. zinnia can’t even see the ground past the clouds that bunch up around the triangular pillar. steven poses a strange question, one that makes her smile just slightly behind the collar of his coat. the woman looks over her shoulder at him.
’ not really, ’ she admits. ’ it’s kind of a relief, actually. i’m free from the burden it carries, y’know? i can finally be… my own person. ’ zinnia pulls the jacket tighter around herself to stop from shivering. aster chirps quietly before bounding over to steven’s feet, obviously not liking the risk of falling over the edge.
zinnia stares up at the sky until it grows dark. stars wink down at her. she always loved the stars. finally, she turns to steven and says, ’ all right. we can go. my fingers are getting numb. ‘
she wiggles her fingers, which are now a bright red, towards steven. then she scampers over to him, her toes feeling rather tingly as well. zinnia just about barrels into the man, nearly toppling him over as she buries herself against his chest playfully, arms swinging around his waist.
tipping her chin up, she stares at him with quirked brows and a cheeky grin.
her response makes sense. after all, steven knew what it was like to be shaped into someone else's ideals from a young age--he knew it too well, actually. "i'm glad to hear that." there's a moment of silence that follows--he seems distracted. while he'd eventually accepted his fate as it came, zinnia didn't seem to be the type to agree on everything her tradition dictated her to do. freedom did wonders to the former lorekeeper. while steven had the option to do whatever he wanted, steven chose to stay within the lanes his father and the league constructed for him. his own prisoner. the thought makes him snort lightly. aster's whimpering brings him back to his senses. his own nose is red from the cool air, but he chuckles warmly as he crouches to scoop the shaking normal type into his safe arms. zinnia soon follows suit, and his coat is full of the two stuffing themselves into his bosom. it's a little ridiculous, but the man is easy to amuse, and he opens his arms wide to accommodate room. zinnia's grin is responded with a quirk of his own brow. "all right, all right. let's get you out of here before you get yourself sick." latias, having been curiously sniffing here and there in search of perhaps the ancient dragon rayquaza itself, is brought out of her exploration when steven whistles for her attention. a gloved hand pats at zinnia's head before urging her to mount first. his smile is fond for a lingering few seconds, and he swears the wind shoves him closer to her when he sits behind the other. shaking unnecessary thoughts away for the time being, the former champion guides the dragon back to his home. once they land, steven doesn't get off immediately. "zinnia, do you have a place to stay?" he feeds latias a few pokéblocks. "permanently, i mean."
familiar fire.
’ i don’t know how to cook, ’ she says, but gets up anyways and walks to the kitchen. her shoulder bumps against steven’s arm, and she noses through the fridge until she pulls out the finneon. they’d need to take the organs and the eyes out, and while steven wasn’t scared to get his hands filthy were dirt and grime, he didn’t seem like the type to get them bloody.
zinnia, on the other hand, didn’t care. she pulls the fish out of their plastic and places them on the table. first, she cuts out the eyes, then proceeds to slice the gills open further to pull out the innards through them. and she does it so casually, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. gutting a finneon is definitely… not something many knew how to do, she’s sure.
with her hands covered in blood and slime, she grins cheekily at steven before going to wash the meat off and drain it off any remaining blood. then she begins cutting the heads off, followed by slices to bake in the oven. the bones are discarded in the trash.
finally, she’s finished, with the meat finely cut and cleaned and her hands feeling rather gross. zinnia smiles wide, scrubs her hands thoroughly in the sink, then nudges steven in the back to let him know it’s time to cook!
’ don’t let me near an oven. i’ll set the house on fire. ‘
while he'd expected her to complain, steven hadn't really thought she would go through the trouble of cleaning the fish for him... he feels a bit bad for making his guest do the dirty work, but smiles over his shoulder as zinnia when she lets him know she's finished preparing the fish. "thank you. you're more skilled at that than i am," he says, setting the knife he used for the iapapa berries aside and moving to wrap the finneon in foil. "i'll keep that in mind." the fish is slipped into the oven on a pan once heated properly. there's twenty minutes before it'll be ready to eat, so he washes his hands before setting out plates and utensils. from his cabinet, he takes out two wine glasses before taking out a new bottle of rosé as well. when the table is set to steven's tastes, he nods once before joining the other in the living room. "so, jasmine, is it? will you be training her to use in your team, or...?" a couple of the minerals from his bag are set aside on his table, inspecting them briefly. "i won't take offense if you don't, of course." steven doesn't doubt zinnia will take good care of the pokémon regardless. turning to lean on the edge of his desk, he drums calloused fingers on the smooth wood.
❝ I’ve been doing well, yeah. It’s nice to be able to back to doing regular trainer stuff instead of having to deal with the end of the world and all that. What are you here for, if you don’t mind me asking? ❞
"hah! isn't that the truth. this region is truly indebted towards your actions, but by no means does it hold you back from your passions. me? as a corporate's president's son, i am tied to the absolute joys of meeting and appealing to potential business partners."
across the delta.
zinnia climbs on top of latias, letting aster hop into her arms. the dragon is kind enough to take the bags from steven’s hands into her mouth, holding them tightly and firmly as he gets on and never letting the mfall as they fly all the way back to mossdeep. landing behind steven’s home, where pokémon play in the backyard, zinnia hops off and takes the bags from latias’ jaws.
aster at her heels, she walks back into the home while throwing short greetings to her and steven’s pokémon. even when steven gets off, latias zooms around his backyard and plays with the other pokémon. zinnia grins fondly at the sight from the back window, then sets the bags down on the table.
’ i want to go to the sky pillar, ’ she says the moment steven walks in. there’s no rhyme or reason as to why, she just wants to. it brings back memories. while not necessarily fond ones, it’s somewhat peaceful to her. it’s where she decided she’d go on her own journey. where she’d start making her own choices for her life. where she abandoned her title as lorekeeper and passed her duties onto the successor.
hands upon her hips, zinnia beams at the former champion and puffs her chest out. there’s a pause however, and she goes on to say, ’ do you have a coat i could borrow? it’s gonna be cold all the way up there. thanks! ’ without waiting for a real reply, she scurries off and returns bundled up in a too-big, expensive-looking trenchcoat. aster pops out from beneath it.
cooing at her pokémon, zinnia wanders past steven and back outside.
he's about to propose his home for zinnia to take refuge at if she so wished to, when he's thrown off by her request to visit the sacred tower. "sky pillar?" he parrots while arranging the bags on his table, but doesn't press the matter further as zinnia gives him no time to. she's off to bundle herself in one of his coats, and while he doesn't matter, the image of her being practically swallowed by the coat makes him chuckle out loud. "i'll be out in a minute," he assures as zinnia waddles by, heading towards his closet for a cloak himself. he supposes he'll have to bring up the matter of zinnia choosing later, then. with a small sigh, he lingers by the table to give the plush dolls a hopeful look before heading out, making sure to turn all the lights off before closing the door behind him. with a ruffle of zinnia's hair, steven steps past her to whistle at latias. she comes bounding over excitedly, pushing the man back a few steps with playful growls. gloved hands scratch at her favorite spots before coaxing her down enough to mount. sky pillar isn't far, but the temperature drop will be drastic. he hopes one coat is enough to keep away a cold. once they're both safely mounted on the dragon, latias coos goodbye at the pokémon before flying off into the air again. steven has metagross on his belt for safety's sake. they arrive on the top floor a matter of minutes, thanks to latias' speed. the air is heavy with atmosphere that speaks for itself--those who are not worthy do not belong here. it's silent, if only because steven is busy admiring the tower's architecture and ancient history. he supposes he should give zinnia time to herself, but something tells him to not leave her alone. not completely, at least. his breath fogs up in small clouds. "does it bother you?" he keeps his eyes up at the darkening sky for conversation's sake. "everything that you had to protect in the form of stories is now in the hands of another."
(lapisrex)
"… And that’s why I want you to have this."
She smiled as she held the Sail Fossil to her predecessor.
"I’m sure if I took them to the lab, they’d grow up to be another precious friend to me, but… your passion has always been in fossils and rocks," she said. "I… I feel they’d be happier with you," she told him.
"you went through the trouble of earning it, yet you're still giving it to me? goodness, maria. you're a saint. no wonder hoenn is in good hands." the fossil is gently taken into his hands for a brief inspection before addressing the champion with a grinning smile. "come now, you have to let me pay you back some how... how does a free lunch sound? anything you want."
✵
Send me ✵ to catch my muse under the mistletoe!
he’s busy explaining the discrepancies intopaz and aquamarine stones, but there’s anawkward break in their conversation when hetakes a glance up at the door to the café he’sopening for the girl—at first, it’s the gentle soundof bells that attracts his attention, but steven freezes at the infamous plant looming over thetwo innocently. zinnia’s gaze soon follows, and ina matter of seconds, they’re approached fast byfestive employees decked in christmas gear topromote their mistletoe event. a nervous laugh leaves the heir—it’s not that steven doesn’t want to kiss the girl, it’s just, well, against his policies. sort of. actually, what the hell was he so nervous about? zinnia’s grinning, for arceus’ sake. he doesn’t think about the consequences before he dips down to gently kiss her cheek. he feels oddly tingly afterwards. he insistsit’s just the coffee working its caffeine magic,but something tells him it’s more than a shotof espresso that’s causing him heart palpitations.
Send me ✵ to catch my muse under the mistletoe!
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