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‘You’ll stay with me?’ ‘Until the very end.’

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (via contrarian-marion)

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“Sleepy... I took the bed, sorry.”

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rednephilim:

Dante feared very little. He’s seen death, destruction and morbidity around every corner of his life. But the one thing that still loomed in the shadows was the concept of the paranormal. And here it was, happily humming and having a conversation with him.

“ You’re… You ain’t a normal kid, are you? I’m not calling you out or anything. I was a weird kid too. Still am. Well, I ain’t a kid anymore. But you get the idea, right? You seem like a nice kid, but I’ll go ahead and say this– Being around you gives me chills. “

Somebody finally caught him on it, but instead of being afraid, or nervous at the finding, Tezcat only smiles again, actually beginning to laugh...? He nods his head quickly, putting less and less effort into maintaining his form, instead fading to a transparent entity, intangible.

“Nm-mm. You got me.. Boo! Haha.. That’s what ghosts say in stories, right? “Boo!”?”

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balsamina:

Lusamine narrowed her eyes at him, torn between doubt and curiosity. If the boy was lying, he was quite the storyteller.

“A tower?” she supplied at his uncertain gesturing before glancing again at the trio of birds (who were still dancing, apparently uncaring of their audience’s divided attention). “Heavens… How frightening.”

“Not to change the subject, but might I ask you where your parents are?” It was entirely possible that he was a trainer traveling alone (he would be one of many foolish children running about playing hero unsupervised), but the question, she thought, was worth asking. “You claim there is no one on this island of yours, but surely, you couldn’t have come all this way by yourself…”

Tezcat’s attention was primarily focused on the swaying trio, particularly the quick movements of the red-feathered member in the center. They captivated him, but he didn’t have the energy to really mimic the movements at the moment instead opting to mimic the ghostly Oricorio in their motion.

“I think so. We didn’t have those before, nothing like that anyway...”

He looks back at her as she asks of his parents, a light smile spreading on the ghost’s face. What parents? He remembered them, sure, but they had long since perished and he hadn’t seen their spirits in a long time. Perhaps it had to do with the method of death. His parents had aged, leaving the world gracefully and on their own accord, while his unsettled spirit was still burdened.

“They’re far, far away. I haven’t seen them in a while though. I just walked here.”

#;;ic #(( hell he ent even traumatised more just 'oh okay anyway ill be over here with my flowers'#(( lusamine gets a 1 mom cup

“I miss mom and dad...”

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obsidianmirrors-blog

“I hope everyone has nice summer days!”

balsamina:

“Not a single one,” Lusamine echoes, disbelievingly, on a light sigh.

The Oriocorio approaches until it is mere inches away, dipping and swaying and gliding its feathers through the air in a graceful, controlled dance. Lusamine turns her attention onto it, watching its display with a faint smile on her face.

“Is that right?” Her voice takes on a scolding edge. “Now, I wonder… why is it that I have never heard of either of those places before? You’ve already proven yourself to be a bit of a thief… I would hate to call you a liar as well.”

Tezcat, with a soft smile, kneels by the dancing bird, keeping distance and sure to not touch it. He was watching intently, captivated by the swaying movement as well as the colours and grace of the Pokémon. It was unlike anything he had seen before, in life or death. It wasn’t long before a pair of similar Oricorio landed on the bar, one with feathering just like the one he had been observing, and one with fiery red feature and a much more festive flurry of movement. When Lusamine speaks, his attention is drawn back. He thinks for a moment, before shrugging.

“I don’t know. There used to be so many people on the island, all that time ago, and then there were none.” He heaves a bit of a sigh. “Now there’s a little bit of people over there, but they really don’t like visitors. They brought real, real scary animals with them, and built this...” He stands, reaching his arms up to the sky and waving his hands, confused. “... It reached into the clouds, I hear loud noises from it... They probably don’t tell anybody about the island. They seem mean.”

Of course, Tezcat probably didn’t actually understand what had happened. His island, as it had been uninhabited for centuries after himself and his people died out, had finally been found and resettled, but at a price. The people who now lived there were frightening, militant people who would actively chase away those who tried to get too close. To him, their ‘animals’ were not animals at all, but loud machines, tanks, planes, helicopters, large boats, and the most notable feature was the large spire that echoed with the noise of cannon fire.

#;;ic #(( take th coin is from a dead kid!!#(( an is prolly worth $

“I hope everyone has nice summer days!”

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balsamina:

Chuckling, Lusamine waves a dismissive hand.

“Oh, no, no, my sweet boy– I couldn’t possibly take your money.” She presses the silver coin (it doesn’t look quite like any form of currency she’s ever seen, only adding to the boy’s strangeness) back into Tezcat’s hand and gently curls his fingers back around it. His hand in her own is still cold as ice, cold as death. “Please, keep it. I’m sure you need it more than I. Just consider the flower a gift from the Aether Foundation, hm?”

With that, she pulls her hands away. She can’t quite place why, but she feels somehow disturbed; an unfamiliar, uneasy emotion has made itself at home in her stomach. She masks her nerves with a practiced smile, turning her gaze out onto Paradise’s host of Pokemon.

“None of them?” It makes no sense; the conservation area is filled with Alolan species, but Alola certainly does not exist in a vacuum. “My… this must be a very exciting trip for you, then. Would you mind telling me where you’re visiting us from?”

Tezcat makes a slight pout, as if upset that Lusamine rejected the coin. He thinks on it... A gift is nice, sure, but he remembers his parents words, that even gifts must be repaid. He makes a note to leave the coin elsewhere for Lusamine. He had little interest in budging on the matter. He waits for her to let go of his hand, before slighting the coin back into his pocket.

“Not one, no. Uhm...”

He’s thinking, his mind straining for a response. The Oricorio hops forward, landing by Lusamine with a soft chirp as it resumed it’s dance.

“It is, yes. I’m from another island, real far away. It’s called “Sanctum” in this language, but it’s “Ilhuicac” in ours. It’s real pretty, this room reminds me of it.”

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“Sorry I haven’t been around. It’s been raining, and it hurts to go in the rain.”

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poppygothic2-deactivated2019070

haunted forest aesthetic for @catfqngs

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balsamina:

Lusamine smiles thinly. “Hm. I’m afraid I have to disagree. All the flowers you see here were purchased and grown with care by my staff. Therefore, they belong to me more than they belong to you.” She pauses to shrug and breathe a pitying sigh. “Nonetheless… you’ve already gone and picked one of them. I suppose there’s no use in asking for it back now.”

Her expression softens; she smiles a little more convincingly, expertly playing the ever understanding and saintly character she’s built around herself.

“Hopefully, your dear sister will be able to get some enjoyment out of it. Keep it safe now, hm?”

The boy continues to watch the bird, and Lusamine continues to watch him. What a strange child he is– alone, speaking a language she isn’t at all familiar with, and repeating the word Pokemon as if he’s never heard it before in his life. She can’t help indulging her curiosity.

“Yes, love. Oricorio. I take it you’ve never seen one before?”

Tezcat stops his humming to listen to her answer, thinking on it again. She did have a point, since it was her and her staff that took care and made sure it grew. Nodding, he gains a smile as he digs in his other pocket, producing a worn, old-looking silver coin, holding it out to her.

“That’s a good point, lady. Here, so you can get more flowers to replace this one. I’m sure Meztli will love it, though.”

He turns his attention back to the Oricorio, which seemed to now be paying attention to both him and Lusamine. It focused more on Lusamine, though, occasionally looking towards Tezcat, then back again.

“Nuh-uh. I haven’t seen any of the animals in here before. Onican, Ori-coRio...”

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behexagusthegreat

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balsamina:

His reply caused Lusamine to knit her brow, but, at the sight of the flower (impossibly fresh-looking though it is), she smiles faintly. The smile doesn’t reach her eyes.

“My… Is that right? How very sweet of you.” She brings up a hand, turning the blossom to face her with delicate fingers. “It’s lovely… Very pretty. However, if you picked from the gardens here, I’m afraid I’ll have to scold you. It isn’t at all nice to take things that don’t belong to you.”

Alas, the flower has already been picked. She’s about to recommend he press it in order to better preserve it, despite the fact that it looked completely unaffected by its time in the boy’s pocket, but he suddenly directs her attention elsewhere.

“Ah. That, my dear, is an Oricorio– one of several that have taken up residence here. That lovely little darling is the Poni Island variation, also referred to as the Sensu Style… You see, Oricorio is a Pokemon that changes its form depending on the nectar it drinks– in this case, purple nectar, from the flowers that grow in Poni Meadow. Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Well, it’s nature... Nature belongs to everyone and no-one, doesn’t it?”

Tezcat brings his hand to his chin, as if in deep thought as he pockets the flower again. His movements were fluid, serene. He didn’t seem hindered or afraid at all by the unfamiliar place. What harm could a garden and conservatory pose to a ghost? He snaps from his thought to look back at the Pokemon, gaining a little grin again as he watches it.

“Ori-corio...? Pokemon..? Pretty, yes, real pretty.”

He seems entirely baffled by what Lusamine has said. He didn’t understand some of the words she used, and it was leaving some blanks. Pokemon was one such term, but he understood the bird ahead of him to be Oricorio. He understood Poni Meadow as a place, probably. Heavens know what Sensu was, in his mind. Idle, he begins to whistle a tune similar to the chirping.

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