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betrayal
emmet when he wins
what an intoxicating battle!
guy who gets a little too excited about pokemon battles
The dress contest ended in a tie between Emmet and Adder! (Corbeau, I'm sorry, but you are just outclassed). What happens now?
a legitimate tie đ corbeau isnât beating the chopped allegations
since emmet and adder are both rocking dresses corbeauâs gotta get some more fashion action to balance it out
what should corbeau wear to prove heâs still got style?
pastel punk fashion
goth fashion
johtonian fashion
scolipede onesie (not fashionable)
victorian fashion
corbeau was blind as a zubat and itâs not just because of his glasses
local lumiose man discovers polyamory. more at 6
Younger Adder with the piercings and ponytail,,, đđł He must have broken so many hearts (and never noticed given his own was always on Beau KDKSLSL)
certified heartbreaker đ
theyâre so silly to me
corbeau doesnât want the labor union on his ass
conviction
"I want to be like you."
The words catch in his throat, for some reason, coming out with more of a stutter than he meant. Lysandre pauses, the way he always does when he's considering his words, his back still turned to Corbeau. Corbeau waits patiently, as he always does. Lysandre's words are worth listening to.
"That's a very kind thing to say. If you don't mind me pressing for details, how do you mean?"
"You're kind. And generous." Corbeau mutters, fidgeting with the hem of his shorts. "You're nice to me, even though you don't have to be. Ya took me in, and everythin'."
He doesn't have it in him to look Lysandre in the eye, even though he knows he should. Lysandre's always going on about proper etiquette and the like. It's respectful, he knows that. But the way Lysandre looks at people, looks straight through them like he's looking into the deepest parts of their soul... it's a little unnerving to Corbeau.
Corbeau decides to risk a glance towards Lysandre, and is a little shocked to see his eyes glistening, like he's about to cry. Oh, he's really gone and done it now, making his benefactor cry over what should have been an easy question. Now he's gonna be in trouble, and Lysandre's gonna hate him, and he's going to be thrown back onto the streetâ
Stop. Breathe. The fear of being left behind is strong, but Corbeau's certainty is stronger. Lysandre wants him here. Just because it *could* happen doesn't mean it will.
"Corbeau." Lysandre's voice is fragile, quiet and low in a way Corbeau has never heard before. "Please look at me."
Corbeau does, flinching when he sees the tears trailing down Lysandre's cheeks. Lysandre kneels in front of him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, looking him in the eye as he often does when he wants Corbeau to really listen to him. Corbeau keeps his hands tightly clasped in front of him, squaring his shoulders as he waits for the newest lecture.
"May I hug you?" Lysandre asks, his voice gravelly and strained.
"Um." Corbeau stutters. "Sure, I guess. You don't hafta ask."
Lysandre hugs him, tight and warm, and yet so careful and gentle. Corbeau's not sure what to make of it, but he hugs back, because it feels nice. Lysandre is the sort to get mushy over a project, so with Corbeau being one of those projects, it makes sense. But Lysandre's never been clingy like this before, and Corbeau's been with him for almost a year. It's super weird.
"Are you ok?" Corbeau asks quietly. "You're not, like, dying or anything, right?"
"No, dear boy, I am not dying." Lysandre laughs dryly. "I can't hug my favorite son?"
"I'm your onlyâ" Corbeau feels retort wither on his tongue as he realizes what Lysandre said. He probably didn't mean it like that, it's just an easy way to explain their relationship. "You can do whatever you want, sir."
Lysandre frowns at thatâ he always does when Corbeau calls him "Sir"â but he doesn't say anything about it. Instead, he turns away, picking up one of Corbeau's books and setting it aside. Corbeau gratefully realizes this means he won't have to do his etiquette homework todayâ forced manners are such a painâ and so he turns his attention to his half finished math homework.
"Focus on your studies." Lysandre murmurs, already striding towards the door. "I've distracted you enough for one day."
Corbeau waits until he's gone, then pulls out his journal and flips to the first page. Lysandre told him, the first night he was here, that he could ask for anything "within reason", and he would get it in no more than a few days. Corbeau has never once asked for more than bare essentialsâ something that seems to frustrate Lysandre, wven if he never says it. But he kept the list that Lysandre started for him. At the top of the page, in Lysandre's signature blocky script, is a single sentence; "What I Want".
For the first time, Corbeau writes something under that line.
"I want to be like Lysandre. I want to be kind to those who need it most, to help people who can't help themselves, to feed the hungry, to shelter the lost, to cure the sick, and to comfort the lonely. I want to make sure no one in Lumioise ever feels the way I did, never again. And I want to do it for free. No matter what it takes, I don't want a single cent for it. I want to be better than what I started with."
Maybe Lysandre was right. Now that he has the conviction, he feels like he could do anything. And maybe one day, he actually will.
;w;
conviction
another lesson
this guy again
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he wants to be intimidating so bad
ok before we get any more info on what the malamars true goal with corbeau is i wanna throw my hat in the ring. i think this is a fujoshi malamar and they just wanted to play touys
LMAO??
What're ingo/elesa's opinions on the throuple situation?
Ingo: Though both eccentric in their own ways, Adder and Corbeau seem to be good people. I can see that the two of them care for my brother just as much as Emmet cares for them in return. I trust Emmetâs praise of their characters and wish only the best for their lasting relationship ^ ă^
Elesa: Emmet managed to bag two shady kalosian mob baddies in under a year? Iâm almost impressed
Would Corbeau actually wear that lipstick to work tho
Would he slay
slay or nay?
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Corbeau refuses to take a break so Emmet makes a show of taking ADDER to a date instead, it doesn't do or proves anything but at least they had fun
operation: empty the crowâs nest is a success
itâs actually the other way around (corbeau wants to see adderâs cute eating face in person)
pastrami sandwiches! tho they have to be made the right way <- thick cut pastrami and with lots of pickles on the side