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oh lion in peculiar guise sharp roman road to paradise come eat me up, i'll pay thy toll with all my flesh and keep my soul

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don't worry okok if u need somth to kick start ur muse just picture maire trying to use technology and calling 911

my... goodness..... why...... 

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Ingonyama ifile, Ingonyama ilele || Aarune, Dell & Maire

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Maire didn’t immediately answer and Aarune kept his tongue from pushing her for one so an oppressing silence draped over the trio, making the heavy atmosphere that he initially felt when he entered even more suffocating. To distract himself from the stifling ambiance, he focused his attention on Maire, observing her through sharp cerulean eyes. She had definitely grown from the frail looking girl that pulled out his compassion for her all those years ago. Although she had matured physically, for some reason, the way she looked right now reminded him of the small child that clung to her brother with wide innocent eyes. 

His gaze shifted to said brother and for the second time in half an hour, he had to force his lungs to work.

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Wishing to, yet unable to meet her brother’s steely gaze and demand, Maire only tightens the baby to her chest and shifts her frame to obstruct the child from the scrutiny — don’t blame it on her — she wants to say (to fight back); to argue that sometimes people should just accept that circumstances happen, and that this was ultimately her choice. 

Yet, before she could find strength to refute her brother’s desperate pleading, Aarune intercepts with something Maire had thought was displaced; as though he was trying to diffuse the tension bomb that had invariably started between the siblings. She eyes his dishevelled look for a moment before turning away sharply at his mention of the warmest place in the whole world. Their warmest place in the whole world and how he too shared her regret that the three had split without so much as a look back. For years she had avoided coming to this place, so perhaps it was moreso her fault; yet he, the one who sullied them to be the reason for him having any friends at all was the only out them who had actually maintained some semblance of an effort to hold on to the crumbling closeness.

If she could raise an analogy of them as the old base; it would be the dilapidation she had expected when she first pushed the door open, only to realise that one of them had made an effort to maintain it quietly. This was the reason they haven’t fallen out of the tree and shattered like splintered wood to the ground below—

“It doesn’t matter, Dell. I can’t keep her any more.” The blonde speaks up with finality eventually, following the silence that had ensued after Aarune’s grandiose (ice-breaking) speech. She hadn’t felt warmer from his words, but quite the opposite. Colder, undeserving of all that he had done to what little they had together. It had once meant the world to her to have a place for their own, but years of growing up had revealed everything was a dream, a part of childhood she was thankful to have experienced and nothing more.

Snapping back from the ruminating thoughts that had circled her mind, the child awakens and fidgets in her swaddled blanket before a wail comes to sound. Did she know? Do children feel it when they are 

unwanted? 

I do want you, so.

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Ingonyama ifile, Ingonyama ilele || Aarune, Dell & Maire

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I remember when we used t’ play hide an’ seek t’gether. Though y’were busy, ya still found th’ time t’ play with lil’ me. Ya always let me play outside, with supervision a’ course but didcha know that I sometimes sneak out? I didn’t mean t’ but I got bored an’ just… wander off. Th’ troubles were worth it ‘cause I met a couple a’–

Ring. Ring. Ring. 

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Two weeks — and the funds she had saved for months were already running low. Unova was a land with opportunities and the place of the dreamers; but even so, dreamers needed to kept grounded to an extent, and that grounding was minimum wage. The shopkeepers here were not as homely nor familial as the Sailors on the deck she travelled on, and please, I need this for my child, bore no semblance of pittance nor slack for the young woman. She was only met with disdain and unkind words — bearing children when you yourself are one? It was a difficult decision, ultimately; and one that was difficult to accept after the months of being close to her nameless little love.

Maire flinches when the decision to leave her brood was interrupted by an unexpected figure facing her mantle, one she loathes herself first for thinking was a stranger. Tightening the swaddled-up infant to her chest, she eyes down her brother — his face to the metallic sheen of his prosthetic. His expression is unreadable, yet remained quick in reflexes, contacting another name she hadn’t considered in utterance in much too long.

“Don’t—” she begins, only to falter, knowing that it was too late. The news had gone out to her dear friend and she knew with wrought certainty that he was on his way. Maire gulps and feels the weight of everything crumble her to her knees; and beckoning, finally, her brother to her side, she reveals the baby — a dark-haired and fair-skinned little girl. 

Perhaps so, a moment solidified in time as the slumbering child burbles in its sleep, and reaching out for grasp, Maire offers her fingers to the tiny hand in response. It tightens around her pointer and brings the digit close to the delicate mouth, just a hint of a contented smile tugging at the baby’s sweet lips. Maire had been so exhausted by the time the Aarune arrives, that there was no greeting, no effort for reciprocating his question. He was right to demand an explanation after their years of separation — to re-appear with her, and to be unceremoniously caught when she was about to make any trace of both their existences disappear from the past weeks. 

“I’m sorry,” is all the blonde manages. She can’t explain.

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Ingonyama ifile, Ingonyama ilele || Aarune, Dell & Maire

In the jungle, the mighty jungle; the lion sleeps tonight— In the manner of air-travel, she could never afford it. Her child was too young to have been considered for flying on a pokémon as well, and frankly, Maire was always a little afraid to fly too close to the sun. The only other mean which was considerable then, was to travel by sea (which would take a long time on its own, and even so, costly.  She takes cargo; and waives off the weeks of travelling costs by working on the ship as a dishwasher and feeds her child on the kindness of strangers — the crew of shipmen who loved and adored the infant like they were their own; calling her the little lioness even though they had no idea who Maire was, or her history with it. Though it forces a twinge of discomfort but contorts itself into tense laughter first, but as they draw into Unova’s international waters the terse disperses into real comfort. Maire thinks of them now briefly as family while they stand together for a final polaroid (yet another concession offered by one of the sailors — I borrowed this camera from my child; them and their newfangled technology) and stifles stinging tears on her way with the picture grasped in her hands as she struggled to juggle the quickly-growing infant and her few, sparse belongings. 

Pinwheel Forest was not as beautiful as she had remembered; but Maire likens the reason to the greed of humans and their need for expansion. The pokémon that used to be plentiful here no longer run by the dozens, and instead have become fitfully afraid of her footsteps as she crunched the fresh leaves underneath. Silently, she thanked whatever god there was up there (or down here or even further below) that the fauna would prove not to be a problem, and that she was lucky this turn of the season had allowed Unova to be warmer during this span. Her hands struggle to find the tree marked with their initials on the bark thanks to the thick growth of lichen and moss, pulling herself up the bark of wrong tree after wrong tree before she finally locates it. 

It, being (again) different as how she remembered (or would have expected it). Not the dilapidated state it should have been in following what she presumed would have been years of neglect. No. It was much larger (even though she was now a grown, young adult) and neatly trimmed with wooden floor boards and held absolutely no trace of invasive flora. Setting the infant down against a soft cushion, Maire runs her fingertips over their old photographs, their old pokédolls (that they scrimped so terribly on before).  She places the polaroid on the mantle, turns to baby, and says                       honey welcome                                               home.

Ingonyama ifile [The lion's in peace] Ingonyama ilele [The lion sleeps] Thula [Hush]

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Prologue — your heart is the moon || Aarune, Dell & Maire

All we do is play it safe All we do is live inside a cage—         You must not have child while you are a Kimono Girl; I trust you know that this is the established order of the theatre and our customs, Miss Maire? I understand that you are a foreigner to our lands, and we do not discriminate for that. However, it is unfitting for both you and this infant, and that we were kept in the dark about this development.” She only sits and watches the instructor as she tutted away in her Obi, studying the wrinkles of her delicately-aged face wound as intricately as the sash around her waist. The Madam was only doing her job in addressing the issue (that is, the baby that lay naked in a cloth in her lap, suckling at the blonde’s fingertips like a teat).], but her eyes are laced with disbelief and disappointment. For a brief moment, Maire wonders if her superior had even considered it was impossible for the infant to have been hers, since, considering all, there are no men allowed in the dancer’s quarters, and for the past nine months, Maire had continued to suffer the arduous training and regiment of the dance. With the thought, her brows furrow together and indignation bit at her tongue, but she knew quickly that argument was futile and there was no reason she should be allowed to stay for the food and shelter alongside this...  addition—        I hope you understand that, I, am not holding this against you, Maire.             You are a skilled and talented dancer, and while I don’t doubt;                       but Johto is not as kind as outsiders think it is. 

Where, then? The autumn had already begun to strike Ecruteak in its bluster; and the leaves that once coloured the landscape green had become a harrowing wash of orange and yellows. The winds are chill and brisk, and sends a tickling shiver when it meets her exposed legs. (It has been years since they have been shown in public). Saddling the child upon her chest, Maire feels a sense of despondency wash over her as she scoured the town and counted the few dollars she had left in savings where she confirms that there was not much, (as there never was), but she thinks of a place that had once been her everything when she considered everything lost. 

                             Unova. 

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What thoughts would your character have when they first saw but didn’t know mine?  || She would never think of him as a friend. Young Aarune would be the kind of boy that was from a world different from hers — well-to-do, put together and from an almost aristocratic family. Maire was always taught that people were good by nature but witnessing abuse firsthand toward her circus performers have conditioned her to think differently. 

How would your character describe mine to a stranger? || Strange, yet welcoming. A paradox and perhaps a similarity between their personalities. He is caring yet obstinate, like the river that nutures yet never in one place at a time. 

A nickname/petname your muse could call mine? || TREE BABY (she’s only affectionate toward him because it sounds so strange to be addressing him like that). It variants with Tree Boy, Secret Boy etc

A fluffy situation you think our muses would be cute in? || Christmas……… decorating the secret base together……. Aarune comforting Maire when she falls out with her brother and Aryan tells him to go seek her out because he is her closest friend…….

An angsty situation for our muses that could break our hearts? || Holy shit balls, mom?! ALL OF THEM? If i had to choose one though it would be when she begs Aarune not to leave and him uprooting in the middle of the night without saying goodbye in person because he cannot handle Maire’s tears (she only shows them to the secret squad)

A dream your muse could have involving mine? || To see his new and improved secret bases is already a dream. She’s get jealous at first but to see Aarune so happy with how much influence and difference he had made in the world would make her realise that it’s so much better and so much worth to be proud of. (I can’t think of literal dreams sorry ;;)

What’s a nightmare your muse could have involving mine? || That he gets trapped whilst searching for a secret spot one day or that his passion goes up in flames (idk actually)

Something my muse might secretly think about yours? || I think Maire probably had a saviour-complex toward Aarune at some point in time.

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毛毛雨 | Eusine;

The noble roar of lions still ring in her ears during her sleep — the heavy, thundering drawl of their vocals and regal demeanour of the creatures (captivating) even after all these years. It remains difficult to believe that she once held the chance to be close to thee majesty of the vales and forests; these pokémon who were once free-roaming and fearsome now living side-by-side with humans and accepting their commands. Part of her is wrought with bitter jealously and unjust feelings that the beasts should not remain in domesticated environments, while the other remains objective — that this is how trainers and pokémon advance, after all.  

She’s daydreaming about them (again), even as her instructors at the dance-theatre call out the one, and two succession to the practiced movements of her fellow performers. They are readying themselves for a festival local to Johto — a festival surrounding the creatures of lore. Maire was never intently listening enough to the sages as they explained the tales of the burnt tower, but one particular legend had caught the distracted girl’s attention and yanked her into it.

          There once was a story about how the pokémon that burned in the Tower reincarnated to become the elusive legends that roam our lands. Entei — the hound of fire; Raikou — the tigress harbinger or lightning; and Suicune — lion personification of rain.

And so, the dancer wills herself back into attention as the dancer next to her falters in misstep and earns the reflexive tsk of the matronly dancer (one who was rumoured to have been of the original Kimono Girls of Ecruteak that had performed to appease Lugia and Ho-oj early.) The experienced instructor was never one to yell; yet it was easy to read the annoyance in her calm features that hid a storm beneath calm waters.           Again— she calls, bringing her folded fan to a close with her outstretched palm accompanied with the geometric sound of thinly fashioned bamboo retreating. 

         We are picking only the best dancers for the Trio Festival. The gods haven’t surfaced together in years; only rumours. But we still want only the best.

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My Queen Annie

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right hello, it’s me it’s tess / selphy and i’m here being brick’d with another character cuz my brother and aarune convinced me to TTuTT b  (i’m totally going to suffer, i have too many threads)

so... anyway this is Maire, my lion-obsessed kimono girl who has been exiled by the troop for reasons we have yet to find out about, and she’s currently on her lifetime mission to get reacquainted with those majestic beasts from her past. this will be her struggle between herself and her brother, childhood friends, and general growing-up pains. (read her headcanon here) 

if she tickles your fancy for a thread, feel free to HMU!

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