Lost Yet Found

"The life of a wanderer is my own, but it's not exactly by choice. Yet I believe it's too late now to settle anywhere." [ This is a Indie Semi-Selective AU Lysandre from pokemon RP blog penned by Blazey. PLEASE READ THE RULES AND BIO BEFORE INTERACTING ]

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This blog is being archived! Catch Lysandre over at @pokemonxtales!

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This blog is being archived! Catch Lysandre over at @pokemonxtales!

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Hummingbird brightened and felt his heart swell up. He loved him so much. He didn’t know how he’d go days without seeing him. It was a miracle.

[MSG]: Me, upper class? Gasp. Are you comparing me to King and Ly? That’s mean, honey.

[MSG]: But yes, they’d undoubtedly poison you. Which, in turn, would make me kill them.

And then probably himself. He’d lost one lover already, his heart probably wouldn’t be able to take two. But that was to be something for himself to think on, not speak to Lost about right now.

[MSG]: Do you want me to come pick you up or do you want to come here?

A pause.

[MSG]: I love you.

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[ txt ] its a compliment you loser

All typed in jest of course. Lost stood up from where he was sitting on the floor and started toward his closet, continuing to type on his Holocaster.

[ txt ] it wouldnt be the first time ive been poisoned so they would have to try harder to kill me. the thought is appreciated though

That was even if he could die at this point which he was highly doubting considering what he had been through already. At the last message he stilled and stared at it for a few moments. Three simple words he couldn’t force himself to say....

[ txt ] how about you be the gentleman i know you are and pick me up? itll be /romantic/

He couldn’t help but smirk just a bit at his own joke.

[ txt ] <3

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@grandedamedekalos replied to your post “He sends a text. It's been a while, he's been so caught up in his work...”

Hummingbird perked up, smiling happily. [MSG]: I was thinking a picnic? It should be nice out. And it's simple. [MSG]: Why would I take you somewhere fancy? I'm a simple scientist, love. If you wanted fancy, you should talk to King or Ly. He's teasing of course. [MSG]: I missed you. <3

He made a soft fond noise at the teasing before he started to type a reply.

[ txt ] i dont know, just expecting it from you upper class guys [ txt ] and no way in hell i would let one of those guys take me out. theyd probably poison my food [ txt ] but yea a picnic sounds great

There was a small pause before he typed again.

[ txt ] missed you too

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lostflare replied to your post “here, let me help.”

Lost frowned slightly when the jar was practically shoved into him, the thought of saying ‘fuck it’ and leaving going through his mind. What the hell was wrong with him trying to help Lys? The smaller man had helped him a lot so he was trying to return the favor. So he let out a small huff and took the jar, opening it with a twist, and then placed both on the counter beside them. “There.” he grunted before he started to walk out of the room.

“Wha– bu– how did you open it that easily!?” His voice cracks as he watches Lost open the jar with ease, and he huffs as he goes to take the jar and removes the brine that was inside.

When he notices Lost leaving, he gives a more vocal huff, as if to try and get their attention, and he holds out the jar again with the pickles still inside.

“Hey!” He starts, and he softens his voice so to not be shouting or sounding quite as angry in general. “I-I can’t eat all of these by myself y'know so…”

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Lost just gave a slight shrug as he continued to walk away, not bothering to stop. He was still annoyed how Lys reacted with his offer to help him and if it showed then he didn’t exactly care at the moment. It...didn’t feel right to him that the smaller helped him all the time and yet he got annoyed when he tried to return the favor....

However he did stop when he heard Lys’ voice again after ignoring the huff, this time softer and quieter than last time, and he looked over his shoulder. He saw the held out jar and stared at it for a moment. Ah right....

“I’ll get someone when I want’em.” he answered, “Unless you want me to help you with them right now.” Let’s see how he reacts to that...

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He sends a text. It's been a while, he's been so caught up in his work that he'd been neglecting Lost again. "[MSG]: Are you free tonight? If you are, I'd like to take you out on a date if that's okay?" He taps his Caster nervously, biting his lip. He hoped Lost would accept. He missed him a lot.

He picked up his Holocaster when it notified him of a text and read it, smiling slightly when he saw it was Hummingbird. And here he thought he was going to have to break into his place again…

[ txt ] yea im free. pretty sure lys wont mind me going out tonight

Not that he needed permission from Lys, but he did like letting him know beforehand and make sure he didn’t already have plans.

[ txt ] what kind of date though?[ txt ] you know im not for fancy things

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Sleeps in the safety of Lys’ apartment all the way in Kalos. Good thing there are no Beast Killers here!

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YOUR LEGENDARY POKÉMON IS: SOLGALEO

You have a sunny disposition that lights up any room you’re in. You’re gentle by nature, but you can be ferocious in defending those close to you. Your lucky number is 791.

[beautyxndeath]

((Semi-Hiatus Status))

As much as I would love to say I’m off of it that sadly isn’t the case. Real life has been stressful, I’m pretty much constantly tired, and I’m still not doing too great mentally. While I’ll still be trying my best with writing I’m still having drafts on the back burner/will be deleting most of them and will be more focusing on dash commentary and ‘of the moment’ replies.

However this doesn’t mean plotting is closed, that along with discussion of pre-established relationships are always open, it just means I might not be as quick to reply back you about that. You can IM, send in a ask, or DM me on Discord about those sorts of things.

Once again sorry about this guys ^^;

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fatedflare:

“Lost, c’mon now…”

He doesn’t raise his voice, but he does approach further, and he looks down under the bed with a look of visible concern. Had he really scared Lost that badly? He didn’t expect such a small party popper to cause… this.

“Lost, it’s me, Lys. C’mon sweetie, it was just a party popper…” He keeps himself pressed down as flat as he could so that he could keep looking under the bed, and he gently tries to slide his hand under, as if to try and tap them.

Would that have been a bad idea? Probably.

Was Lys known for having bad ideas? Of course.

“I’m really sorry, I-I didn’t know it’d… well, scare you.” Yes, he had been expecting a bit of a jump, but he wasn’t expecting this from them. He had no idea that this was going to be something else he’d have to be wary of, and now…

He really did just keep making things worse for people, didn’t he?

“…Lost?”

Oh gods they found him.

When he felt the tap to his back he tightened more into the ball he was, tight enough to make breathing even more difficult than it already was, and his hyper ventilating became audible. He was going to die, he was going to fucking die. His shaking also got worse, but he dared not move to try to defend himself. There was no defending himself properly here, he knew that, and all he could do was prolong his fate. He’d probably be burned alive like a Furret in it’s hole.

He then properly heard the name used. Lost? Why did they call him that? They called him psychopath, traitor, Lysandre, but not Lost. Had they called themselves Lys too...? It was just one then?

It was then that he started to slowly gain a grip of himself, trying to calm his breathing and slowly uncurling himself. He wasn’t in danger, he wasn’t being hunted down, he was in Lys’ apartment.

He was...home.

Pulling in a deep breath and looked slightly over his shoulder at his roommate, gaze holding a bit of a far away look since he was still fighting between what his mind was forcing him through and what was real.

“Lys...?” he croaked quietly.

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…Oh.

Oh, that wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting.

The confetti from the party popper was still falling from the air to the floor, showering Lys in the multicolored goodness as he watches Lost bolt for the door, blinking slowly and staring at the paper around him. Did Lost not like party poppers?

It doesn’t register in his mind that the noise could have set something off for Lost, only being accustomed to himself being the one that was startled by such sudden volumes, and he quietly makes his way to the doorway of the room before slowly leaning down so he could look under the bed.

“…Lost…?”

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t dare move, make a noise, breath. If he did it would end up with him being captured, dragged away, and executed for something he didn’t do. Why couldn’t they understand he wasn’t him? He wasn’t their Lysandre! Why would he want to do something like that? He didn’t even have the intelligence to do that more less the means. He didn’t want to die for something one of his alternates tried!

Silently despite his hyper ventilating Lost curled into a tight ball in his hiding place, his body visibly shaking. Please don’t find him, please don’t find him...

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He's hiding behind the couch with a party popper before jumping up and releasing it with a loud POP! "Happy April Fools!"

As soon as the pop sounded Lost immediately reacted.

Eyes widened before he bolted toward the first safe place that came to his mind; his room. He didn’t even register Lys’ words or that it even was Lys doing such, only going on the instinct to flee and hide. Considering he was used to running he was gone before the other could really stop him and he didn’t even both closing the door behind him.

Instead he dropped to the ground and slide right under the bed, knocking what few can goods and items were under there over, and pressed himself into the furthest corner and the wall. Lost’s eyes were still wide, pupils pinpoints, and his breathing was quick, clear signs that he was going through something bad.

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He chuckled and pressed a kiss to Lost’s cheek. “I made it specifically for you.” He hummed. “I already ate.” That was a lie, but he was feeling sick so he’d rather not test it.

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He made a soft noise at the kiss before he reached for the cake, “Alright if you say so.” He grabbed the plate and fork before digging in, practically purring at the taste.

Yum.

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grandedamedekalos:

Well that was the intent.

Has to resist just stuffing it in his face, “We sharing it or what?”

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Oh, that looks good and gay...

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fatedflare:

“Don’t apologize, dear, I understand…”

He didn’t, admittedly; it was just one of those things where he felt like he had to fake empathy for a certain situation in order to keep the conversational piece flowing. He’d never been in a situation where he couldn’t be emotional, and thus the idea of not emotion was… foreign, to him. Alien, almost, but he doesn’t allow that to show.

(Faking empathy to pretend to understand empathy for something that needed empathy to be understood… just how far would this rabbit hole go?)

His whole hand moves to caress the side of Lost’s face, smiling warmly and calmly as he continued to quietly nod and murmur. “I’m, glad you’re able to feel something with me. I, haha, know I haven’t been the most touchy-feely recently… sorry about that…”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to feel anything, far from it actually, it was just he was used to hiding what he really felt to survive. He had found out the hard way that people who he usually conducted business with, criminals and the like, tended to use one’s feelings for their own advantage. He had to hide them lest he ended as one of their puppets, pulled into debt to them. He couldn’t afford that even with being pulled from timeline to timeline.

Besides he couldn’t grow attached to anyone unless he wanted to suffer in the next timeline, something else he couldn’t afford.

Lost continued to lean and nuzzle into Lys’ touch, clearly enjoying and soaking up the affection he was recieving, “It’s alright, we all have our off times...” even though the thought of feeling so off that it might be considered insanity scared him, “You don’t always have to feel ‘touchy-feely’ all the time, you’ll wear yourself out eventually.”