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Word: Stars
[ ✎] “Last year’s festival, at Celestic Town.
Cynthia took the 4 of us to her home town for a celebration of the creatures of legend; Dialga, and Palkia. At one point, we were all spread out on the grass, the night sky lit ablaze with fireworks that spilled beautiful colors into the air. It was a wonderful night, one that I do indeed treasure.”
[dance], [cloud]
[dance] - What song gets your character up and dancing?
- He doesn’t like to dance. If he did, it’d probably be anything ranging from classical ballroom stuff, to slow-dance type songs.
[cloud] - What does your character see in the clouds?
-Often times he see’s aquatic life, ranging from a variety of water pokemon- the sky is like an ocean, therefore there must be fish, no?
Promise, Color, Cliche
[promise] - What was the last promise they made?
- To protect the one they love. To stand by them, whatever the circumstance.
[color] - What color scheme does your character relate to?
- Violet, any shade of violet. He’s also a fan of dark-shaded colors. He finds them calming.
[cliche] - Three cliches that describe your character.
- Megane, silent-intelligent type, anime hair.
Send me a word and my muse will respond with a memory associated with that word.
Send my muse weird questions.
Send a word.
[cloud] - What does your character see in the clouds?
[poetry] - Does your character like poetry?
[vehicle] - Would your character rather have a boat, a plane, or a car?
[dance] - What song gets your character up and dancing?
[food] - What food does your character usually have for breakfast?
[dream] - “What is a common dream they have?
[animal] - What animal are they most like?
[friend] - Who is your character’s best friend?
[letter] - Three favorite things that start with [choose a letter].
[sugar] - What’s their favorite way to be sweet?
[fear] - Three things they are fearful of.
[shopping] - What is their shopping list like right now?
[drink] - Coffee or tea?
[tears] - What is a movie that makes them cry?
[alarm] - Does your character have an alarm set? Why?
[song] - Five songs your character is listening to right now.
[phone] - Last text your character received and sent.
[recipe] - What is something they can cook well?
[hero] - Who is someone they look up to?
[wardrobe] - What is your character wearing right now?
[promise] - What was the last promise they made?
[color] - What color scheme does your character relate to?
[cliche] - Three cliches that describe your character.
[complain] - Three complaints your character has.
[gratitude] - What are they thankful for?
[cartoon] - If they watch cartoons, what is their favorite?
[time travel] - Where would they go if they could time travel?
[schedule] - What is their daily schedule like?
[lies] - Two lies and one truth about your character.
[network] - Use a generator to make a mock social network page.
[wish] - Three wishes they would make.
[interview] - What would your character be like on a job interview?
[unsent] - Write an unsent letter to someone your character knows.
for a few seconds, shauntal thought this was going to go great! she thought this was going to be a cool fun minute of geeking out about each other. when lucian started crying, however, she panicked. she had seen plenty of fans–mostly younger ones–break down in tears when meeting her, but she wasn’t quite sure how to handle one of her teenage inspirations starting to cry.
she stood there, frozen for a few moments, but then quickly sputtered, “ah, no no no! don’t cry!!” she reached for his hands and squeezed them tightly. “breathe! y-you’re okay…uhm.” she released her left arm and leaned toward the far end of the desk, snatching a few tissues. “here you go,” she mumbled, pushing them into his right hand while still crushing his left. what else was she supposed to do with him?! her publisher didn’t exactly prep her for this.
[ ✎ ] Ah, perhaps this was a lucid dream, maybe?
That would be the only rational explanation for the very real sensation of physical touch he was experiencing. Yeah, her voice was still pretty audible as well...Not to mention the tears streaming down his cheeks.
....Oh dear.
Like a burst bubble, the man quickly snapped out of the trance he’d been in, processing that tissues were being handed to him, his left hand experiencing some pressure.
“...! O-Oh, oh God, I’m terribly sorry, m-my lady.” he stuttered, nearly throwing her palm out of his, lifting his shades as he began shakily dabbing the tissues onto his rather damp, red face.
Update + Starter call
((Hello all! This is Tonio, officially returning from my hiatus. I’d like to start off fresh again, so if you’d like, whether we’ve interacted before or not, please give this post a like if you would like to receive a small starter from me. Conversely, if you’d like said starter to have some plot before hand, feel free to message me!))
Send “💭” for my muse to confess a insecurity they have about their self.
Send my character a dirty text. Whether by accident or intentional is your choice.
Send ✉ for an 2 AM text
Send ✘ for an unsent text
Send ☠ for a threatening message
Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message
Send ♣ for a drunk message
signing books was always a fun time for shauntal. while she was able to see a few fans of her books while she was out and about (or even at work at the unova league), it was always nice to be able to set up a time for the most devoted of fans to meet with her. seeing their shaky hands and their empassioned speeches made having her dream career be even more dreamier.
after she finished signing a young fan’s copy and wished her a nice day, she let out a small gasp when she saw who approached her next. was that–?
it indeed was. lucian lucidious of the elite four, looking quite shaky. was he ill? was he lost? was he–no! it couldn’t be!! he was clutching one of her books!!! was this all a dream? was she having an out-of-body experience? her thoughts were exploding as the man approached her.
“of course i’ve heard of you!” she exploded as soon as he finished, jumping out of her seat to outstretch a hand. “mr. lucidious, it’s so great to finally meet you!” she is absolutely glowing at this point. “i can’t believe you’re a fan of my work!!!–you were such an inspiration to me as i was climbing the ranks as a trainer,” she confessed, pushing up her glasses a bit more and wringing her hands.
look at her now, getting all sheepish! oh, how the tables have tabled.
[ ✎ ] ...Well, this must be a dream.
Nothing is real. Nothing is true. He could’ve sworn he’d woken up today, but, guess this trumped that idea. She looked so real though...her hair, her glasses, her hands...
It was as if, the universe had stopped moving. The man just...stood there, flabbergasted. And, trickling down with silence, a single tear. When had his eyes started watering? Hell if he knew...this couldn’t be real...
“.....! I-I...I don’t...”
The Color Purple - Lionel and Lucian
“Don’t be silly,” Lily replied, clearing his throat and finally facing him again. “Why not drag on? I love to listen to people talk. You know, when someone gets going on something they rally care about you can just tell. It’s beautiful,” he said, a little more quietly, looking down.
He giggled like the flutter of fairy wings, a delicate, gossamer bell making tones to signal the arrival of her highness the princess of Petalburg Woods. Lucian was so sweet. He blushed at the elite’s words, though.
“Mr. Lucidious, you flatter me,” he said making eye contact again. “You can’t possibly want someone like me to show you around. I’m just a florist, after all.” He thought for a moment. “On the other hand, it would be nice to have something to do, especially with such a han-” Lily stopped, eyes widening, throat clearing, and then, “with someone with a hankering for know how. Besides, I’d love to listen to you some more. My shift isn’t much longer, it-”
The bell by the door rang and one of the sisters came in with a few bags of various things, Lily immediately rushing to her aid.
“Just a moment, okay? I’ll be right with you,” he shot a smile to Lucian. Apparently she was coming in early today. They disappeared into the back room for a moment before he reappeared with a small rucksack slung over his shoulder, within which was now stowed his half done perfume and his notepad with instructions. “I can show you around wherever you’d like, Mr.”
[ ✎ ] Thank God the boy left when he did to assist the woman at the door; the bookworm needed a second to catch his breath.
On top of everything, that one sentence stood out to him; he wanted to listen. The amount of times he’d heard that sentence in the last few years had been...no, he couldn’t even remember. The only person who ever pursued and active interest in the man was Cynthia, and even then, it was limited due to work. But hearing that he, someone he’d met not even an hour ago, was even remotely into what he had to say; again, it made him feel...validated? There’s only so much confidence he could muster keeping all of his thoughts and interests bottled up inside him, for the most part. That’s why whenever he spoke, it came out as if he were reading from a book.
Upon the boy’s return, Lucian tried to regain his composure, hoping to God his face wasn’t as red as he thought it was.
“Ah. I’d...I’d love that, actually.” he responded, a smile forming upon his lips. The man turned his head, glancing toward the door.
“Shall we?”
The Color Purple - Lionel and Lucian
Lily blinked at the man. Rambling? Lily had waxed nonsense on plants in the store and liking the way things smelled. This was a man who was interesting, who was fascinating, who was… cute. No.
Lily turned a little red. “N-no, please, I love listening to you!” he blurted out, turning a bit redder and then turning around to face away and pretend to readjust some things on the shelf now in front of him. “You have such a way with words, Mr. Lucidious. I find it very stimulating.”
Lily then worked his way around the store, delicately knocking things over and then fixing them as he attempted to fix things which were already out of place. Yes, yes. So delicate, like a flower. He’s beauty. He’s grace. He’ll get dirt on his face because he tripped in the garden and face planted but was already late to work so he got up and kept running.
Well, not today at least. Today he was clean, perfumed, and obviously so poised. What a perfect day to meet a handsome, smart, accomplished human. What a perfect day.
[ ✎ ] He was certainly one to talk.
His mannerisms, his tone...they were awfully polite. The way he moved about was simply fascinating to watch. Not to mention that alluring fragrance...was it coming from him? God it was nice...and how kind he was, saying such things. The man had always gotten shit about his dialect from Flint, so it was quite nice to hear something like that...it felt nice.
“...Ah, thank you. Forgive me, I just - people aren’t usually that interested in my words. I do admit I have a tendency to...drag on.” he muttered, hand raised to the back of his head.
“...W-Well, you certainly seem to be quite the interesting character yourself. Perhaps...you could show me around the area sometime, if you’d like to further our conversation. I’d hate to distract you whilst working.”
The Color Purple - Lionel and Lucian
Lily blushed at the comment about the pleasant aroma before it faded quickly into a wide smile. Well of course he was referring to the flowers. And they were quite lovely in appearance and aroma, of course. Lavender had a pleasing smell, didn’t it?
“You know,” Lily started, placing one fist on his hip, the other hand gripping his chin gently as his face screwed up into thought, “I’ve never really used berries much in battling. But I never battle much, let alone at the level of an expert like you. You did say you were an elite, didn’t you?”
Wow, he thought. I have an elite in my shop, and he likes berries! Wait, my shop? Well it isn’t my shop, it’s more.. Oh, Cynth, pay attention!
“I know they can be used for healing purposes and things like that. I mostly use them for cooking and things,” he said with a light giggle. “Forgive me if it’s too forward, you being my customer and all, but do you do things besides be an Elite? You’re super well spoken, you must be a writer or something. Or maybe a philosopher!”
So many customers recently with interests in plants, he couldn’t help but try to make friends with them. Especially this one. How often did you get to meet someone else with purple hair and a penchant for berries and learning about them?
The bell by the door rang as an elegant young woman entered. Lily greeted her, ran around the counter and exchanged the bouquet he’d just arranged for the woman’s money, then walking her back out and holding the door open as she went. How annoying to have other customers when he was having such a nice little conversation all to himself.
[ ✎ ] He felt his stomach heat up a bit at receiving such compliments; Him? An author? The very thought seemed silly to him.
No matter how much Lucian loved indulging in the literary arts, he knew that he himself was not all that confident in his writing ability. He’d certainly tried to before; but he’d never been so forward as to go about showing it to anyone. He mused to himself as the other tended to a customer, silently watching his purple hued locks sway with every motion. It was quite entrancing, his elegant yet soft movements...no, he mustn’t stare. He pretended to fix his glasses upon the male’s return, a bit caught off guard, admittedly.
“I’m flattered by your words; far too much praise for someone like me. I’m neither a writer, nor philosopher, though I do enjoy dabbling in the two and their individual studies.” he smiled, a shy smile forming.
“Battling is indeed second nature to me as a member of the elite four, but there are some things it simply cannot satisfy. The art of literature is not something any one person can recreate- the majesty of it is the individuality within each and every work. Similar ideas can applied to philosophy as well...ah, I seem to be rambling. My apologies.”
small starter/plot call
(( Lucian has been a little lacking in the number of threads he has going lately, not that that’s a bad thing! Just, felt like putting this out if anyone else would like to interact if they already haven’t, or even if you have, if you’d like to throw or plot out some new ideas for threads! Give this post a like if you’re interested! ))
The Color Purple - Lionel and Lucian
Lily shifted his weight from side to side.
“Alright, then,” he answered, taking a quick glance around the shop. It wasn’t too big a place, but thy certainly did have a variety of items for sale. “Well by the front we mostly have flowers. You can pick an arrangement, grab single flowers or bunches, or have us make something custom for you. And then we’ve got loads of different kinds of berries. Each of them is marked with its name and flavor profile. Then there’s supplies for growing your own plants like watering cans and top soil and pots and things, even plant food. Then there’s other plants, too, all kind of different things, though our specialty is definitely flowers and berries.”
He gestured to each of the areas in turn, sometimes even cruising around a stand or shelf to be more specific. It was a quick but thorough tour before Lily took a seat behind the counter, gathering and tying up a mess of flowers into a bouquet of blues and reds.
“Sometimes I work on perfumes here as well, but that’s mostly for myself. We sometimes sell perfume, I’ve been trying to come up with a line of nice smelling things for the shop, but I’m not using to working in a place like this on that sort of thing,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I hope that helps. Did anything not make sense? Or was there anything you wanted to know more about?”
Botany was, of course, a specialty of his, and something he pursued with great interest. Lucian seemed to be interested in flora though he didn’t seem knowledgeable, but he did give off a refined air of something. He was definitely smart, or at least he seemed very well spoken. His face remained sunny, with his unending smile and that slight bounce to his entire being every time he moved.
[ ✎ ] He took several more glances around the shop as the lad explained further.
Words began to flow through his thoughts, rapidly increasing in speed by the second. Such a large assortment of colors, fragrances, and textures before him, it was almost too much to handle. The tips of his fingers traced to outer lining of a single petal, one of a lavender hued disposition. The cool, yet warm tone set him at ease, his gaze returning to the man before him.
“That’s quite an assortment of services you provide. It all made sense though, it did. I must say I’m most familiar with berries however, out of everything you’ve explained. I’ve done small amounts of research on them and their individual benefits to pokemon, more or less in terms of battling.” he mused, parting a few stray locks.
“The shop already has an extremely pleasant aroma as it is; I’m sure any perfume line from here would smell just as sweet.” he smiled, taking a shy whiff of the array of lavender flowers he’d been eyeballing.
