Beautiful Melody

Independent Pokemon OC || Semi-Selective Please read rules and about.

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Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.

[pulchra-melodiam]

unintentional-nightmares:

The Darkrai muttered something to himself before sighing. “Fine. We’ll do another party.”

Mana glanced over at the two older Pokemon for a confirmation before looking back at Aubrey after seeing them nod. She moved a bit to make it seem like the head was nodding to the question before moving towards them.

“Just be careful with her disguise. She won’t let anyone try to remove it, even if the sun isn’t out,” Nocturne warned.

   ❝It doesn’t have to be a full party. We can just get something to eat and just go shopping for your gift or something.❞ He couldn’t help but giggle when she nodded the false head, carefully scooping her up as not to disturb the disguise when she drew closer.    ❝I know. There was actually a while I wanted a Mimikyu on my team so I did a little research.❞ Aubrey smiled toward Mana as he held her close to himself.  ❝So what do you all want to eat?❞

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unintentional-nightmares:

“I seriously think that I’m too old for birthday celebrations. I even tried telling that to them, but fine.”

Icarus giggled a bit before adding, “Melody said something about you being 128 years old, I don’t think you’re that old for birthday parties Papa!”

The Igglybuff looked surprised to hear how old Nocturne was, while Mana just tilted her disguise’s head to express confusion. “…‘Mimikyu’? (…'Spoiling’?)”

   ❝Even if you are that old, you’re not too old for birthdays. You’re never too old to have a day celebrating yourself and having fun.❞ Aubrey stuck his tongue out toward Nocturne before laughing to himself and glancing back to the Mimikyu.   ❝Just ask Icarus and Karma. I’ll buy you all the toys and treats you could ever want. Plus I’ll give you all the cuddles. Do you mind if I pick you up?❞ A sweet smile claimed his lips as he extended his arms toward her. Truth be told, he’d contemplated catching a Mimikyu for years, but was never able to find one. So now was the perfect oppertunity to spend time with one.

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unintentional-nightmares:

“Oh dear, well I hope he got better.” He then shrugged. “Eh same old same old. Icarus and Karma threw me a surprise birthday party a few weeks ago. And then they surprised me with these two and I adopted them,” he said gesturing to the two new Pokemon.

“Aubrey, meet Iggy and Mana. Iggy, Mana, meet Aubrey. They’re a family friend.”

Iggy waved again and greeted him with a sing-song voice. Mana walked out and extended a claw out from underneath the Pikachu disguise.

    ❝He’s doing fine now. I think he just exaggerated a bit to get me to visit.❞ His smile faded as he looked up toward Nocturne wide-eyed. ❝I missed your birthday?? We have to go out for a while to celebrate! I won’t take no for an option.❞     As quickly as it had gone, Aubrey’s smile returned as he looked to the small pokemon. ❝It’s a pleasure to meet you Iggy.❞ Aubrey hummed as he reached over to ruffle the top of the Igglybuff’s head before kneeling down to shake  Mana’s hand. ❝And it’s a pleasure to meet you too Mana. Aren’t you just the cutest! I’m going to have fun spoiling you two~.❞

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@pulchra-melodiam

“Aubrey! Aubrey!” Icarus shouted as he ran over to hug the other. The purple haired child looked up and smiled at them, while Nocturne and Karma walked up to them with an Igglybuff in his arms and a Mimikyu following behind him.

Hey, long time no see! How have you been?“ Nocturne greeted with a wave, while the Igglybuff did the same.

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    Hearing his name, Aubrey turned just in time to see who had hugged him, a wide smile growing on his lips as he returned the gesture. ❝Icarus! It’s great to see you again.❞    Glancing up, violet eyes blinked in surprise at the new faces, although he greeted them with a wave and a smile all the same. ❝I’ve been alright. My grandfather fell ill, so I was helping to take care of him for a while. What about you? Who are these little cuties?❞

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make-it-trouble:

     “Guess they still are~” he joked, jabbing Aubrey in the ribs with an elbow. “You’re the only guy I know who’s shorter ‘an me, y’know?” He giggled more, burying his face between Aubrey’s shoulder and neck, picking up the smaller man to carry him towards the door of his bedroom. 

“Which way is it? To the pool?” he asked, still in awe of just how fancy the mansion was. It felt like living in a movie, especially with how Aubrey called Fred the workers’ superior. He liked the idea of getting to boss people around, but he also knew that bossy slave-drivers were always the first to be thrown under the bus in films. “That’s as maybe, Aubs, but people are still gonna talk. What if a rumour starts about… me. What if I end up like some kind of bargaining chip, gettin’ kidnapped by Hoenn’s wacky eco-terrorists? It makes me uncomfortable enough, knowin’ that one day I have to tell my bosses.”

Of course Aubrey had alone time planned… and Fred was sure it would go uninterrupted, but knowing that Ted was there set him on edge… like one night he’d awake with his hands around his neck. He laughed it off. “Then why did you sound so salty? You’re spoilt, that’s why,” he joked.

    Though the comment didn’t bother him any, he was used to being the shortest in a room and well versed in responses to the joke, Aubrey playfully stuck his tongue out. ❝Hey, if your only complaint is that there isn’t enough of me, I don’t think it’s an issue.❞     Being  picked up seemed to catch him by surprise as a faint almost squeak escaped him. Aubrey’s arms wrapped instinctively around Fred’s neck. ❝The hallway to the left of the staircase downstairs leads to it, but you don’t have to carry me that far.❞ Listening to Fred’s worries caused Aubrey to smile. He held those same fears for some time, at first being the small, ‘delicate’ son to the Zaki family, and now even the heir. A gentle hand placed itself on Fred’s cheek as Aubrey’s gaze met Fred’s to show he meant his words. ❝People talk. It’s what they do, most of the time it’s hard, but you have to take it at face value. All of the workers here are trusted by my family and have been working here for years. You’re perfectly safe here. And when you’re not, remember, I have family and friends that will go to any length to keep me safe and happy. You make me happy, so that protection extends to you.❞     He smiled with a small shrug. ❝I am spoiled and I know it. I won’t deny that. It’s just kind of a joke we have going on. The resort has always been one of my favorite places and I just want to be able to say I own it. Though...even Kouichi won’t get it for a long, long time. My grandfather still proudly runs the place, and when he...passes it on, my father will get it and I’ll get the Safari Zones. Knowing that if we stay together you’ll get all of this, don’t tell me you wouldn’t want to say you own a resort too.❞

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make-it-trouble:

“Why? Were they big?” he asked, but quickly found himself unsure of just why he had. He wasn’t scared of all tall people. Only the ones who might use it to scare him, or hurt him. He pouted, giving Aubrey bashful side-eye. “You don’t need extra guards. You got me, an’ I’m more than enough to chase anyone off. Even Ted! Even… even Mr Falsey, if I have to.” The words sounded a little hollow, an occasional crack in his voice. Perhaps Ted. Certainly any unaffiliated criminals who might come Aubrey’s way. But he was still a coward at heart.

Concern wrinkled at Fred’s eyebrows as he looked down at Aubrey on his chest, wrapping his arms around him. “M-maybe so… I jus’… don’t feel comfortable anywhere people might walk in just yet. You got all these servants an’ family an’… I don’t want no one thinkin’ I’m a freak.” He sniffed sharply, puffing up his chest to disguise the shame he was thinking. “Maybe I’ll just dangle my feet in the water an’ you can give me a foot rub?”

Fred shook his head. “It’s okay…,” he sighed. “In the end, Ted ain’t social. He’ll lock himself away somewhere and find some local Bug-types to fry with a magnifyin’ glass. An’ I’ll have a word with your brother an’ try an’ persuade him that you deserve it!”

    He giggled in amusement with a wide smile. ❝I was a little kid, everyone was big to me. We only kept the guards for a year or two before my dad decided it was unnecessary. And I’m glad to have you now. I couldn’t ask for a better guard.❞ Though, truth be told he could generally handle himself, or he had an assortment of others that looked after him, but that didn’t matter right now.    Leaning in to place a reassuring peck on Fred’s nose, Aubrey opted not to press him further. ❝That works for me. I’ll just be happy to spend time with you. I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, though no one’s going to think you’re a freak. Trust me, I could tell you stories about nearly every worker here, and you’re technically their superior while you’re a guest here~.❞      ❝Hey, just because he’s here doesn’t mean we won’t get alone time. I’ve had that planned even with him here.❞ Aubrey shook his head, amused grin still playing on his lips. ❝You don’t need to. I’m already inheriting the Safari Zones which is enough. I need to leave him something. We’ll still be able to visit as we please and that’s what’s important.❞     

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stewardoftheking:

-Archer waved his hand somewhat dismissively.  His tone was clipped, though his expression betrayed little.-

Work is… taking longer than anticipated, but such is the oft volatile nature of business, non?  It affords me a lengthier stay in this lovely city, though, so it’s not all bad, I suppose.  It’s not often my work permits me a layover in such resplendent beauty.  I think I can suffer a bit more if necessary.

But what about you, hm?  How are things at your little cafe?  Still proceeding… smoothly, I trust?  No more… ah, nosy customers, mm?

  He gave a light shrug in response, understanding fully how business could hold someone longer than anticipated. Mr. and Mrs. Zaki were often good proof of that when Aubrey was younger.     ❝Being able to remain in beautiful cities can be enjoyable, so long as you don’t have anyone waiting for you back home. And so long as you actually have the time to enjoy the city of course. If you aren’t busy now we could take in the sights together. I’ve at least always found the lights more beautiful with company.❞

    ❝Me? The cafe is going well. I’ve had one other nosy customer, but I can forgive him considering he’s my father and all. Other than that, it’s been fairly quiet for me.❞

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make-it-trouble:

At first, Fred lent away from the kiss, as if it were his mother coming to kiss him. But then he remembered that it wasn’t his mother. Aubrey’s lips were much softer and gentler, and he found himself doing the opposite, leaning into him and smiling contentedly, shrugging his shoulders in a cosy motion. He was partially reassured, although, as a silver lining, he was glad that he could be here to keep an eye one the runty, bespectacled interloper. Smiling back wryly at Aubrey, he shook his head. “They like everyone. They like him. It’s a pretty low bar. Plus, I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of his dad. Have you seen ‘im? He’s like an Ursaring!”

The weight of the sword didn’t bother him too much. It was heavier than he thought it would be, of course, but he was stronger than he looked and managed to keep the sword straight as he fought his imaginary foe. He had no idea how bad his form was, clumsily swinging it to and fro, barely missing ornaments around him, but he eventually put it back carefully. Turning pink, he ran his finger down Aubrey’s back flirtatiously. “Maybe you don’t require a swimsuit, but I think I’ll jus’ sit on the side an’ watch you swim. I ain’t really ready to… uh… bare all in public. Back problems, y’know…”

    ❝Fair.❞ Aubrey found himself giggling at the recollection of the encounter, and more as Fred went on. ❝My family is pretty big as well, so it takes a lot more than being big to scare me. Sometime I should tell you about when my dad had hired human guards along with the pokemon ones you saw outside. I mean...we still have some but not very many.❞ As he watched Fred messing around with the sword, he just smiled. Maybe later he’d try to give him some pointers, or maybe he could convince his tutor to return and resume their lessons.     His head lulled to the side, as he rose a brow, though if Fred wasn’t comfortable with the idea he wouldn’t push.  ❝I wouldn’t exactly call the manor’s poolroom public, and there are blinds that can be pulled on the windows, but we can stick to suits if you want. And, we can just chill in the hot tub too.❞ Aubrey leaned his head against his boyfriend’s chest with a soft sigh.  ❝I’m...sorry if this is all a bit much. I know I said it was just going to be us, and to make it up to you, next time you’re free we’ll go on a trip, really,  just the two of us. My uncle has a resort in Sinnoh we can go to...that my brother doesn’t plan on letting me inherit. The jerk...❞

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necroxphagia:

       : ⁅ ☣ ⁆ : – Vincent just looked at Kouichi in disbelief, mostly at the working part before slowly panning towards Aubrey. As if asking them how they put up with such a brother - then again Vincent liked to bother people so consumed with their work that he had to pry them away from it. 

    ❝Don’t worry, he uses work as an excuse to try and get out of a lot of things. He likes spending time with people he cares about more than work.❞ Aubrey giggled at Virus’ expression. ❝Though bugging him at work is always fun too.❞

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cindersandshadows:

“I can find the attention span for it, I am just… horribly awful at it. You’re luckier than I with it if you’re producing anything decent at all.” It was a slight exaggeration, since her work was passable. Just not good. Sera went quiet momentarily as she held up one of the dresses against herself, trying to work out if it was worth trying on. Probably still the tiniest bit too big for her. Would there even be smaller sizes than that? Oh well. “True. The skill not being a necessity makes up for me being the worst at it, I suppose.”

Maybe one day she’d learn what it was she was doing wrong with sewing. Unlikely, though.

“She is. But I do have two regular Eevee at my mother’s home over in Kalos. They’re more pets than anything else, though. They seem rather content to stay as they are.” Attention returned to her companion, and Sera frowned. Perhaps that was a suggestion she shouldn’t have made. “Ah, um… That’s fair. Spectating is perfectly fine as well, still, um… still showing support for contests and all…”

     ❝I mean, it isn’t easy, but I can do it. I’m sure with some practice you could improve.❞ He gave a small shrug. Aubrey had found he was pretty good at most creative activities, though he often grow bored of the work easily. ❝Sometimes it can be fun to learn with a friend. I’ve at least found I learn things easier with people I like.❞     He couldn’t help but smile at the topic, memories flooding into his mind. ❝I’ve known a lot of Eevees to be content to stay that way. Are they your Eevees or family pets?❞ A sigh soon passed by his lips as he shook his head. ❝I’m sorry. I just...didn’t leave Contests on good terms so I guess I’m just a little scared. And as much as I’d love to do a partner Contest...I don’t have anyone that would want to.❞

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necroxphagia:

        : ⁅ ☣ ⁆ : – Vincent rose a brow. Valentine’s day was more important? Oh so then Christmas is more important than someone’s birthday then. He pointed at Kouichi’s nose as if accusing him of thinking wrong. He crossed on leg over the other and huffed.

                         ⎾ Being almost thirty is more important than some lover’s day.                              Lovers can celebrate any day. Births only happen once!  ⏌

     ❝In your opinion perhaps, and generally I may agree with you, but the last thing I need is to be the focus of a day.❞ To be honest he would just prefer another ordinary day. Maybe a meal or something, but nothing all that major.  ❝I have work I should do instead of taking the day off.❞

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necroxphagia: 

         : ⁅ ☣ ⁆ : – Vincent nodded his head, understanding the situation and the talk between the two brothers. He observed the other’s way of trying to convince the older brother, it was interesting to say the least. However, he tilted his head at the word annoyingly. Why is annoying to remember birthdays? Vincent didn’t like his birthday, but he liked the celebrations. Lots of food.

                          ⎾ What is wrong with birthdays? Cake is always good.  ⏌

   Their attention was brought back to him when they noticed his message. Aubrey snickered to himself at a playful thought, though he knew it was incorrect. ❝Because he’s nearly thirty~.❞

   Kouichi shook his head with a sigh.  ❝Because it’s a waste to celebrate i my opinion. Considering it’s on the same day as Valentine’s day, I feel that’s more important to celebrate. My parents always celebrate together, so Aubrey should as well, though he refuses to.❞ Well that and the fact it brought back memories of his late ex, but that was unimportant. ❝I don’t mind the cake, but we can have that whenever.❞

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cindersandshadows:

“I would hope so.  Whatever their reasons, if it’s grown into an event comparable to contests in popularity, being exclusionary doesn’t exactly sound fair.” Of course, Sera’s knowledge of them was still limited. But ‘appearance-heavy contests with challenges’ didn’t strike her as something that should have been limited to only girls.

“I’ve tried - that sort of thing’s never been my talent. Too fiddly, I think. I never seem to be able to get it right.” She spoke without looking up, instead picking through a rack opposite to her companion’s. Nothing she’d wear still, but a few things continued catching her eye for others. She’d keep them in mind, maybe return another day and grab them.

“She - um, Vivi’s a girl. But I caught her as an Eevee. Out near… Geosenge Town, I think that’s the place? It’s been a while since I was in Kalos so some bits of information escape me, but…” Remembrance? That struck her and sent her sentence trailing off into nothing. There was a grave implication there. Or at least seemed to be one. It didn’t feel like something she should pry into, and so instead Sera quietly took the offered dresses, eyeing them up and down.

“I only performed alone for a month or two, but I think I can say with a decent amount of certainty that I prefer having a partner. Regardless of the um, setbacks it can bring. I’d say it’s worth a go - entering with someone else, I mean. If you ever dip back into contests and get the chance to do it with another person, I’d urge you to try it.”

    Aubrey was more than tempted to tell her the truth of his being at this point and how he was partially competing in Showcases to prove that guys were just as capable, though he stayed silent on the matter, simply nodding in agreement.    He couldn’t help but giggle softly at her difficulty with costume making, having many of the same issues himself. ❝It’s also a little tedious in my opinion. Sometimes I don’t have the attention span for it, though when I’m making a gift for someone I’m usually better.❞ Particularly for his friend’s smaller pokemon.  ❝At least you don’t have to do it yourself if you don’t favor it.❞      His head leaned slightly to the side. ❝Is she your only Eevelution? And yes, I believe that’s where they’re found, despite not having been in Kalos for more than a year, I like to think I know my way around pretty well.❞ At the mention of returning to Contests, he tensed up, staring at the ground.  ❝I...I’m not sure I’ll be returning anytime soon and I...u-um...don’t exactly have anyone to partner up with anyway. ❞ He rubbed the back of his neck. ❝Spectating is good enough for me right  now.❞

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make-it-trouble:

Listening to Aubrey’s plea, Fred’s face was akin to disappointment, but deep down he was concerned. He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, the loose hairs crumpling up to add to his plane-nap bed-head. He sighed. “If you know all’a that, then why do you still… like him? What has he said about me? I’ll bet it’s all lies!” His chest puffed up in defence, but deflated as Aubrey held his arm. Another sigh. Imperceptible tremors were the only clue to how stressed Fred was feeling. “I don’t want you being his next experiment, Aubrey… I don’t get how he thinks, but he likes hurting things for fun, so why not you?” 

Silence hung in the air after Aubrey’s question. Fred held his breath, teeth clenched together. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure of the answer. The memories of them being very small together, playing in the sun as it set after school. Ted had been much slower than he was, needing help as he ran out of breath and passed out. It was fun. It was fun when Ted showed him how to crack into someone’s wifi and when they played old video games together. But that seemed like a different person. He wasn’t sure he could look into those blue eyes and not see the person Ted had grown up to be, rather than who he used to be, and could be. He shook his head with a huff, “I guess…” and followed him in, offering the servant a hand gruffly.

He gaped at Aubrey’s room, in awe of how uncluttered it was. He took his time to walk around the room, running his greasy fingers over all the trinkets and toys, often putting them back in the wrong places. He quickly replaced a notebook he’d picked up when Aubrey told him not to look. “Sure. It’s okay, I can’t read anyway,” he joked, a silly grin plastered on his face. He picked up a sword, play-fighting his shadow, his mood obviously improved. “So what have you got planned for me, m’lord?”

    He leaned up to kiss Fred’s cheek, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. ❝Because I know his type. I’ve already seen his tricks and I won’t fall for them. On top of that, if I do miss something, my family won’t. And don’t worry, I didn’t believe anything he’d said anyway. I trust you with my whole heart and won’t let anything change that.❞ A playful smile tugged at his lips. ❝Plus, something he doesn’t know, while on a trip with my dad, I met his parents, and they seem to like me. I’m not opposed to using that to my advantage.❞

   Aubrey watched as his boyfriend looked around the room. It didn’t bother him if things weren’t placed back exactly as they had been, he was more interested in seeing that Fred had perked back up. He giggled at the little joke, though once he’d gone through the notebooks, maybe he’d let Fred read a little of his old writings. Of course all of the swords and knives displayed were real, some heavier than they appeared, and all perfectly sharpened, the heir had been trained to handle them after all. Another giggle escaped him as he sat on the edge of the bed. ❝Well, today at least we’re just going to stick around the manor, let you get used to it and relax from your trip, and maybe...the two of us hit the pool, swimsuits not required.❞

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cindersandshadows:

“Well that’s… not great.” She frowned as she gave her answer. The point of a girls-only version of contests was lost on Sera. There probably was one - usually for that sort of thing there was a reason, sometimes good and sometimes not. But already she found showcases losing some of the appeal they could have potentially had to her. Kind of a shame.

“I know how that is. The first time I tried a contest it was alone, and um - I didn’t exactly know what I was doing with the costume. A bit of help’s always nice when you can find it.” Ah yes, that first costume. A total disaster. Far too baggy on such a weedy girl. Not how she’d intended it to look, not at all. Thankfully the performance itself had made up for the look ‘Astra’ had sported in her debut.

Her eyes were on the move, taking in the town around her as quickly as she could manage, before settling on where she’d been led. Not a place she’d been before. Sera glanced over the clothes, and mentally mused about how they’d suit some of her friends far better than her. “Ah, mhm. I’ve had Vivi with me since I was wandering around Kalos a few years ago. And shiny Eevee are darling as they are, in my opinion. I’ve heard endless praise sung for shiny Sylveon though. Oh and - um, yes. Not much reason not to practice together when we’re all living in the same place, you know? Makes them easier to schedule… when we can get someone to wake up in time for them, anyway.”

    ❝I’m glad to know I’m not the only one that thinks so. Maybe one day they’ll allow guys to participate as well.❞ Even if there already was one unbeknownst to them. In a way, Aubrey’s participating at all was a way for him to show that men were just as capable, even if he was a...somewhat special case.     He couldn’t help but giggle at the mention of a possible costume issue at her first performance. Fortunately he’d never had that issue, his costumes being tailor made from the beginning, but  it didn’t mean he didn’t understand her plight. ❝It’s always fortunate to have someone close to you that can tailor clothes. Have you ever tried to learn yourself?❞      Every so often as Aubrey looked through the dresses, he’d glance back to Sera, more interested in finding something for her than himself, even if she claimed to already have a costume. ❝Dd you catch him as an Eevee, or was he already evolved? Oh! And remind me to introduce you to Aimi once we leave. My cousin adored Eevees, so he’s kind of a remembrance to her, another reason I’m not sure if I want to evolve him.❞ Aubrey picked a few dresses from the racks and offered them to her to try on, laughing at the mention of her struggles to get her partners to cooperate. ❝See, I always performed alone, though I think it would have been fun to have someone to perform with.❞

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make-it-trouble:

Of course he would crawl back, like a bad smell. Fred gave the human Ekans one last look, causing Ted to disappear again with a squeak. Had he always been this cowardly? Fred let a puff of hot air out of his nostrils, following Aubrey through the grand house and its grounds. It was like being on an alien planet, or a tourist attraction. To think he would be staying here. He quickly forgot those thought, as the serpent in the room ate away at his thoughts. 

“Aubrey… if you knew about me an’ Ted… why did you invite him? What’s he told you about me? Wait… how much do you know about him? He ain’t hurt you, has he?” The questions were thick on his lips, and he quickly felt scared again of that skinny little man in the car. Aubrey may well have thought that Fred was the bad one now, and Ted the victim. Everything seemed so close to going back to the way it was before, with the snake tied tight around his neck.

By the point Aubrey invited him to let his pokemon loose, he was too scared to do so, offering just a polite nod to Aubrey, his body having physically shrunken. His arms were no longer wrapped around him, and his shoulders were up around his ears, but everything else was down, his head hung low, his arms pulled into his body. He almost didn’t realise when they’d gotten to Aubrey’s room. “Sure… I mean, I can hardly comment when my room is so messy.” Besides… what were the things Aubrey liked… dogs, cosplay, contests… him, Fred thought with a little boost in confidence. At least they could be alone here.

  Clearly he’d have his work cut out for him trying to get these two on decent terms, but at least Fred seemed willing to be civil while Aubrey was around. Now he’d just have to be sure he was always by at least one of them. Looking over at Fred, it was weird for Aubrey to think how big this place must feel to him, although having grown up in this place and for many years hardly left it’s walls, to him it felt tiny.

    Aubrey offered a small smile, taking hold of Fred’s arm himself and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He knew personally how difficult this likely was for Fred, having been in this situation with Soren not that long ago...although that much didn’t need to be known. ❝Because you were friends  once, and from what I’ve come to learn close friends. I know he’s...difficult, even trying to dissuade me from being with you by telling me things, but I don’t care. I chose you. He uses psychological manipulation to try and “make friends”, but I’m going to work on that with him. I won’t let him hurt you again, I promise you that. But I need your help too. There isn’t any part of you that wants to be friends with him again if you know it won’t be as bad as it had been?❞     He giggled some before reaching for the doorknob and finally leading Fred inside, one of the servants bringing in Fred’s belongings behind them. It was obvious now his meaning of ‘cluttered’ wasn’t the same as what Fred thought, only meaning that it wasn’t as themed and perfectly decorated like the rest of the manor. The room itself was clean, a desk with notebooks stacked in it’s shelves on the far wall in front of the large window. There was a bookcase, full of books, ranging from manga to thick novels and a comfortable looking chair beside it, his bed was large and several plush pokemon were seated on it. Though the walls were what made the room stand out; on one was a large case, full of different kinds of swords and knives some obviously aged, and another held dozens of Contest ribbons. The others held posters and photographs of various assortments of the family - and even a few of his cosplays, and most of the surfaces were covered in nick-knacks and candles, the room itself smelling of incense.     ❝Ah...I hope this will work for you, all of the bedrooms even have their own bathrooms but...um...I’d prefer you didn’t look at the notebooks...they’re just silly things I wrote when I was younger and it’s kind of embarrassing...❞