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tenderpoison:

As the water from the cup trickled down over his brow and through his thick jet mane, Plumeria on tinted to run her fingers through it, cupping her hand and swishing the tendrils as needed to ensure a thorough rinsing. This process is repeated several times before she finally sets the tumbler aside, wrapping his hair in her hands and giving it a gentle squeeze to wring out the excess water.

Finally she smiles, reaching for a black full-jaw clip currently attached to the edge of the countertop and using it to keep his hair up in a simple twist, keeping the wet strands from tickling his neck and shoulders.

When he poses his question, she shifts her gaze to meet his eyes. Was there a hint of concern written there? The notion made discomfort prickle through her.

It was true that she was tired. Exhausted, in fact. She was always exhausted, though — it wasn’t strictly his fault. Had she not lost sleep on him it would have been something or someone else.

In all honesty, she barely had to hide her fatigue these days. Her makeup did most of the work, along with the way her manner seemed to deter anyone from challenging her unless they must. For someone to actually notice her exhaustion … absurdly, the thought made a lump rise in her throat.

Quit that. Stupid.

“ I guess it kinda does, ” she replies at last, offering a faint smile. “ We got around a hundred head in this fam, not includin’ Pokémon. Everybody come from plenty different places and most everybody been through some tough shit. I try take care everybody best I can, y'know? Makes me feel good. ”

Makes me feel worth something.

“ You ready for come out or you wanna soak a bit longer? I can bring you anything you need. All you gotta do’s ask. ”

It’s so.. comfortable, listening to her voice and soaking simultaneously. Is this what humans do so often that allows them to feel so ignorant of spacial awareness and their troubles? It’s like all his insecurities and past mistakes are drowning in a sea of comfort which he physically finds himself swimming through each and every moment.

Though, it isn’t long before he starts to dwell on the concept of Plumeria doing something like this for a living. Like a mother to a group of headless chickens, bent on keeping them all in line and teaching them how to properly do things.. it wasn’t rocket science, but it was effort regardless. Effort that takes a toll on the mind, effort that resists temptation and seeks validation.

Hm. To be validated, to feel like she’s worth something. Before he really knew it, he was already reading her mind, touching upon those hidden points that swiveled across her tarnished mindscape, the plane of existence where reality falls in touch with mesmerizingly convincing fantasy. Another gentle hum escapes through his nostrils as he feels his hands reach for the corners of his tub and prop himself up, just to feel the weird sensation of movement that is his ‘muscles’ contracting and moving thanks to the hot, soothing waters of the tub. His hair was no longer folded in front of his eyes, but instead combed back and wet like a mop, though he seemed content to accept such a thing for how it is. He’ll dry it later.

Slowly moving to stand, he would reach one foot over the ledge of the tub and onto the floor, where he’d position himself upon a small rug completely naked. He didn’t feel cold, and he didn’t feel lewd (primarily because his body had no lewd parts of which to speak), but he was taking a moment to stare at his otherwise dark-looking skin as opposed to his pale white appendages. Whatever, he thought, it was relaxing.

“I believe I’m.. fine, for now. It was a relaxing rest, I do think. .. Mm. I might do that again sometime, in fact.”

Eyes crossed over to stare at Plumeria, as slender digits moved through his otherwise wet hair, combing it and straightening it out. “-- Do you have an.. ah.. towel?”

He continues on his previously private thought, “I’m sure your.. family, respects you dearly, almost as one would a.. mother. You truly have a lot of experience under your belt - even I can see that.”

#{{IC}} ＲＥＦＲＡＣＴＥＤ #tenderpoison

tenderpoison:

For some time there was no sound but the subtle hum of the fan and the occasional laugh of the water as it lapped gently at his strange obsidian flesh. She liked silence as much as he seemed to, and since he seemed in no good position to respond to questions, she was left to act in accordance with her best judgement. Fortunately for him, she was well experienced in caring for the hungover.

The gradual death of the light in the room did not go unnoticed. At first she dismissed it as a simple fluke, the faint dimming of the bulbs as should be expected from time to time in an older house. Then she glanced to once side of him, noting that the candle has been snuffed and furrowing her eyebrows as there appeared a haze rather than a trail of smoke from the wick.

Realization came slowly but steadily as light seeped from the room around her until there was no denying that the source of the encroaching darkness had to be unnatural. It gave her a small chill to conclude that the man beneath her hands was no mere Ultra Beast, but in all likelihood the Devourer of Light — a creature she had never met or seen, but whose power had been related back to her again and again by those who had across multiple worlds.

Here he was in her bathtub. It was a little dizzying, at the very least.

“ Washin’ your hair. ” The response came in an almost dreamlike tone as she blinked, trying to pull herself back into her body from where she’d begun to float. “ You’ll feel better after. Anyway, it feels nice, don’t it? ” Indeed, her administrations were slow and deliberate, fingertips working small circles into his scalp before she carefully combed through the strands with her nails.

From the counter close at hand came a cup, one which she filled with warm water from the faucet. “ Tilt back your head. ” Should he comply, she wound let that water trickle down over his brow and through the smooth dark bands, rinsing them free of the soap.

He wasn’t quite sure how to respond at first. The feeling of the other’s fingers curling and massaging his scalp through his messy dark hair was... weird, to say the least, unlike anything he’s actually felt before. Never before has he been touched this way, not in his true form, not in his weakened form, not in this form. It was... oddly relaxing to be cared for this way, and part of it had him reminiscing on the old days - the days where he, a god of Light and Power, would reign supreme upon all, some even going as far as to submit themselves as servants to his will.

Not even then have they ever treated him this tenderly before, like family, like a companion. This was otherworldly for him, ironically, and he felt as though he might just fall asleep like this if he didn’t concentrate. Nowadays, he’s grown from his previous god-complexed self, grown to acknowledge the worlds outside of his own, and the powers they offer. He only ever takes in light on occasion, never taking more than what he needs unless absolutely necessary to deal with an important issue. In the end, his decayed and otherwise weakened form was still as powerful as your typical legendary, but although he could be so much more, he decides to stick primarily to his roots as an ancient witness to the beginning of times and its ends.

“.. It does feel nice,” he comments idly while losing himself in the touch, though at her request he allows his head to drift backwards, his wettened black hair slipping back just past the back of his head, where the ends of his strands would gingerly brush against the soapy water. A quiet sigh exits his mouth as he opened his eyes just barely enough to peer at Plumeria, who, in her own subliminal trance of caring, seemed quite tired as well.

“Do you do this often? ... Care for others like this, I mean. You seem so.. ah.. adjusted to it. It’s like it comes second nature to you.”

#{{IC}} ＲＥＦＲＡＣＴＥＤ #tenderpoison

tenderpoison:

Oh, yes, she was quite serious. Even as he regarded her with incredulity the washroom was beginning to become humid with fragrant mist, the faint scents of lavender and peppermint filling the air.

Like her bedroom, the attached ensuite was fiercely tidy. The glass shower had been fixed with an ultraviolent lamp and filled with a large plant shelf, one which allowed no room for its intended purpose; to accomodate this, the tub beside the shower had a detachable shower head installed and was outfitted with a soft pink linen curtain.

It was, in short, a nice enough place to take a bath, especially as Plumeria took a moment to light a candle from her dresser — a plain paraffin candle, not a scented one, her having no desire to overwhelm him and potentially invoke further nausea. It was while she did this that he chose to undress, gaining her attention as she caught a flash of black from the corner of her eye.

Not black, onyx. Almost having a faint glimmer, like stone. Blinking, her eyes then tightened as she looked at him and noted his unusual shape. She’d seen naked men before, far more than she cared to recall in fact, and his form didn’t trouble her. Had it not been for his skin( ? ) she might have reacted with similar indifference.

As it was, she followed his movements into the washroom with bewildered curiosity, following along behind in an almost trancelike state. It broke when he slipped into the water, Plumeria clearing her throat quietly as she set the large pillar candle safely on the broad rim on the tub for him to enjoy its warmth and light.

Silence seems to suit him, and that works for her. The time seems to have passed for questions, anyway. There is a brief but intense desire to touch him, to see what that crystalline flesh feels like beneath her hands. Instead she takes a dollop of shampoo from the bottle on the low bath shelf and lathers it between her hands, then begins to carefully work it through his hair.

He supposed resigning to the elements that have placed him in this situation was the best course of action, but he was not expecting to feel so... comfortable. The grace of water upon his onyx skin, warm, semi-hot, supple to the nature of his otherwise stiff and hard skin was .. enjoyable, to say the least. Nicholas would have guessed it second-nature at first to guess that his involvement with this woman may come with some difficulties in the near-future, but for now he was content on relaxing within the tub, waiting for -- what was that warmth?

The touch of something soft, warm and welcoming upon his skin, namely the left side of his cheek was the light of the candle lit just next to him. Pure, unelectrified light, a result of a chemical reaction bringing forth natural light directly beside him. To this welcoming feeling of grace, he released a slow, paced breath from his nostrils, tilting his head back enough so that his long hair would dip into the water and allow him more room to take in the light just beside him...

Though it wasn’t long before the light itself began to disappear like a wavering ghost, instead of simply being put out. It almost seemed to lighten parts of his onyx skin as it disappeared completely, and soon the room was beginning to grow darker and darker as well... until suddenly his eyes opened and some of the light returned to the room, keeping it nicely, dimly lit.

Exhaling through his mouth, Necrozma had been brought to attention by the feeling of someone’s fingers rummaging through his hair, with a sickly sweet-scented substance being curled and applied into the lengths of his mane. Curious eyes peeked up to realize that it was Plumeria working magic through his rough patches, to which he would ask -

“... what are you doing?” Without so much as a movement.

#{{IC}} ＲＥＦＲＡＣＴＥＤ #tenderpoison

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#{{OOC}} ＯＵＴＯＦＬＩＧＨＴ #:^)

tenderpoison:

It may be true that Plumeria’s tough exterior conceals a heart more given to compassion than seems likely, but she is still a survivor at her core. Wariness with respect to an Ultra Beast who claims divinity seems sensible, especially where he’s shown himself to be not in perfect possession of his faculties.

Even so, hangovers are never any fun — not even for a God. For a moment she watches him struggle, her brow furrowing slightly as he massages his hands. This is a little beyond her. Beast anatomy is foreign enough without a human disguise in the mix.

As she usually does when at a loss, Plumeria plays to her strengths.

“ The … blue thing, ” she echoes him, squinting. “ The water bottle? Yeah. You wen seem for like that a lot. ” Her lips quirk. “ You want another, baby? Good idea for try get somethin’ in you anyway. If you ain’t feelin’ too sick, I can bring you another sandwich, too. ”

Alighting from the bed, Plumeria heads into her attached bathroom. Though the glass-doored shower stall has been turned into a miniature greenhouse and thus unusable, her tub is ready for use; she runs the faucet and adds a measure of bubble bath before returning to the bedroom proper.

“ Runnin’ you a bath. Take off your clothes and go soak in the water a little, it’ll make you feel better. We got plenty time for talk when your head ain’t swimmin’. ”

Water... Yeah, sure, that stuff. That was the good stuff. The stuff I should be sticking to, honestly.

Necrozma peered closely at his hands while Plumeria spoke, offering things like water, sandwiches, other things, it was far too much for Necrozma to think about for the moment. In all honesty, he just wanted light. He wanted to take in some light to cure this ungodly awful headache.

Unfortunately, that’s not something he would be finding himself doing any time soon, if he can help it. He’ll take small doses at a time. Controlled, steady supplies. He had no reason to rush himself, especially when in another person’s care. And on that note...

Who does she think she is? My mother? The idea of offering him a bath of all things almost seemed ridiculous, and for a moment he had thought she was joking. That is, until he heard the water running in the other room, ever so steadily loading a bathtub with water and ingredients for a comforting bubble-bath.

Is she serious?

He took in a deep breath, resigning to the elements that have ended up leaving him in this situation. He took no time to remove his shirt and pants, revealing the.... interesting fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Which probably gave Plumeria something... interesting to see.

That is, everything that was previously covered by his clothes are pitch black, as though his body had been stained with ink, constrasting the pale whiteness of his usual appearance, in addition to the occasional speckles of rainbow color that ordained his body almost like freckles in some areas.

And finally, a very obvious lack of any sort of private parts males usually come with - or any type of human, for that matter.

He seemed completely nonchalant about undressing, and when the deed was done he went ahead and made his way into the bathroom, where he’d slip into the tub that had been made for him without a word to either accept her offering of water or sandwiches.

Looks like a bubblebath will do for now.

#{{IC}} ＲＥＦＲＡＣＴＥＤ #// plumes: okay undress for your bath #// necrozma: ***RIPS OFF CLOTHES***#plumes: oh

tenderpoison:

Calm, certainly. Nonchalant … perhaps not so much as she appears. One doesn’t come to intimately understand beings of immense power without coming to respect their potential, and as she listens to him speak the image most prominent in her mind is that of Xurkitree bleeding out on the jungle floor.

Yet, Plumeria has been at this game a long time. She knows how to read others and she knows how to navigate a situation with a dangerous, perhaps deadly companion. Remain calm, show no fear, keep your eyes open.

In truth, she didn’t know how much of his story to believe. It was certain that he was something far beyond human, but to accept that he was practically godlike, or that he had no motivations for travelling Alola outside of seeking to alleviate his loneliness … it was a lot to ask of her. Even so:

“ I guess I ain’t got much choice but for take your word on that, ” she replies as she slowly sinks onto the bed next to him, giving her open palms ask hard look before rubbing them hard against her jeans. Giving him a grim, sideways look, she sighs. For now.

“ You sure weren’t lookin’ too human last night. I wen manage get you into bed after you started sproutin’ teeth and claws and shit before anybody else saw … but I think you better stay clear'a the drink from now on unless you like livin’ on the edge. ”

Despite herself, she gives a little shiver.

This was honestly a lot easier than he expected. Previously believing the woman would have quite literally attempted to throttle him and then leave him with no choice but to reduce her to ashes was probably his biggest fear, but, as it turns out, Plumeria was taking this a lot better than he thought she would.

It’s almost like she’s had to deal with this before, huh? Weird.

That thought aside, his fingers move to wrap around each other, pin-pricky fingertips rubbing on the outlines of his rather stiff digits, feeling every nook and crevice as though it were the edge of a metal rod. He felt like he was going to lose his touch on this physical form soon if he didn’t concentrate on repairing it - so that’s what he did. For the next few seconds onward, he took a moment to inhale a sharp breath, closing his eyes and allowing his prismatic irises to revert back into their usual pale color.

Better this than not, he suggested to himself, grunting softly after assuring himself that his physical form would not quite literally fall apart all around him. As much as Plumeria says she’ll have to take his word on it, another piece of him felt like there a sense of dishonesty she was getting from his words. Perhaps that’s because of his ridiculously impulsive lies.

But whatever. He can live with that for now.

“I don’t know how much more honest I can be with you, but if you’re taking my word for it, that’s fine. I was never great at lying anyways.” His words came out as monotone as usual, though now he was a little more inclined to speak the truth rather than settle for a ridiculous fib.

“I didn’t even like that stuff, either. I don’t know why I thought that would be a good idea,” he said with a stiff sneer, though he adds onto that;

“.. I did like the blue thing, though.”

#{{IC}} ＲＥＦＲＡＣＴＥＤ #tenderpoison

monarchialmoon:

Well, this was a rather unnerving feeling, the sensation of being watched by something else… It was different from having Zeis or someone else watching over him. He could see and talk to them, but with this sensation, it wouldn’t seem like the watcher was anywhere in sight, looking left, right, even turning around to see if one of the Pokemon that flit around his fathers altar was watching him again.

Didn’t seem to be the case, Helion giving a troubled grumble before eventually he’d spot something unfamiliar, what looked to be an odd shape that the Solgaleo had never seen around the altar before…

Well, Father wasn’t around, so if this was a pokemon meaning to cause trouble, that means that the Solgaleo should go instead! Off Helion went then, bouncing towards the weird shape that looked a smidgeon bit familiar the closer he got…

“Hey! If you’re here to cause trouble, then go somewhere else! I won’t let you mess up dads altar!”

OH DEAR. THE JIG IS UP. NECROZMA’S BEEN SPOTTED AND THERE WASN’T ANY RUNNING AWAY FROM THIS. EXCEPT MAYBE - BECAUSE THE SOLGALEO HAD LITERALLY COMMANDED THEY GO ELSEWHERE IN ORDER TO NOT CAUSE TROUBLE.

STILL, THAT CONTRADICTS THE FACT THAT NECROZMA HAD NOT COME HERE TO START TROUBLE AT ALL. THEY WERE ONLY HERE TO EXAMINE ZEIS’S SON, BUT IF HE GOT THE WRONG IDEA, IT MIGHT JUST CAUSE A BIT OF A MISUNDERSTANDING THAT COULD OR COULD NOT END UP WITH A FIGHT.

WHICH WOULD NOT END WELL IN NECROZMA’S FAVOR IF THEY WANT TO KEEP ITS PLEASANT RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS FATHER.

ADJUSTING ITSELF UNTIL IT IS STANDING IN PLAIN SIGHT, NECROZMA RESPONDS TELEPATHICALLY TO THE OTHER AS IT ATTEMPTS TO MAINTAIN A NEUTRAL TONE WITH ITS PRESENCE.

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#{{IC}} ＲＥＦＲＡＣＴＥＤ #monarchialmoon

// o shit jet lag caught up to me

// ill get to the rest of the replies tmrrow

#{{OOC}} ＯＵＴＯＦＬＩＧＨＴ #i slep

atrasideris:

A quick hiss of air escaped him, as he tightened his fists regardless of the splinters of pain it sent shooting up his arm. Necrozma turned his head to stare in the direction of the voice…

Necrozma huffed as he found its owner. Another Necrozma–that was the second one. Unlike the last one, however, he couldn’t tell if it was older or younger. Kinda hard to tell when it could be trillions of years old.

“ I didn’t think my kind were so numerous. Our kind. Hmph. You look frail. ” Pot calling the kettle black. “ If you are here on the behalf of a Solgaleo or Lunala, do me a favor and turn yourself inside out to save me the trouble. ”

Grumpy, short, and to the point.

Just like my kind, heh.

He honestly didn’t expect much else from another member of his species, as a majority of them were often grumpy when deprived of their precious light. He could tell this one’s been without it for quite some time. ‘Nicholas’ had gotten used to it (though the cravings never really end, do they?) , but he had to wonder if this one also shared that similarity.

“Personally, I have no clue what you’re on about, so you have nothing to worry about.” For now. That information he may have vaguely reference has been noted for the future. He had no clue which Lunala or Solgaleo he was talking about, nor what he might have done to incur some sort of spree or wrath out of him.

Personally, I’m just tired and don’t care.

“My human form’s not in the best figure, but I’ll have you know I’m not as weak as I look.” I’d be STRONGER if I had my light back, though..

#{{IC}} ＲＥＦＲＡＣＴＥＤ #atrasideris

@monarchialmoon

IT HAD HEARD LONG AGO THAT ZEIS - THE LUNALA WHO APPARENTLY CALLED HIMSELF THE FATHER OF ITS OWN LUNALA - HAD HAD A CHILD OF HIS OWN RECENTLY. WHILE IT WAS EVIDENT THAT NECROZMA WASN’T VERY KEEN IN MEETING THEM PERSONALLY (PERHAPS DUE TO PERSONAL NERVOUSNESS OR OTHER MINORLY CONCERNING REASONS), THAT DID NOT STOP IT FROM OBSERVING FROM AFAR.

IT WASN’T THAT NECROZMA WAS ON BAD TERMS WITH ZEIS. AFTER THE FIGHT AGAINST THE ULTRA NECROZMA, THEY HAVE BEEN ON FAIRLY GOOD TERMS. EVEN IT AND LONA HAVE HAD IT GOING WELL SO FAR, WITH HOW LITTLE TROUBLE IT WAS GETTING ITSELF INTO.

NO, THIS WAS FAR FROM A FORMAL, LOGICAL ISSUE.

NECROZMA WAS JUST VERY, VERY SHY.

AND SO IT STARED, FROM FAR, FAR AWAY, AT THE SOLGALEO FROM AFAR.

#{{IC}} ＲＥＦＲＡＣＴＥＤ #monarchialmoon

@blondctraincr

“I keep telling you, I’m not hungry.”

Maybe it was the fact that his hair was extremely messy and long, so much in fact that he could be seen as some sort of homeless person, or maybe it was the fact that he’s curled up on a bench on the side of the road with nothing but a blanket wrapped over him for warmth since he can’t actually afford a thick layer of clothing, but this woman seems quite persistent in trying to get him to eat something.

It might also be the fact that I look almost abnormally skinny.

“You can give your food to someone who needs it,” he suggested, patiently.

#{{IC}} ＲＥＦＲＡＣＴＥＤ #blondctraincr

@atrasideris

He knows another one of his kind when he sees it - no. He didn’t even need eyes for this one, he could sense the power he resonated from a mile away, and the chances are, he could too.

Nicholas’s heart stopped if only for the briefest moment before he calmed down. This would be no issue if they weren’t hostile - at least, he was hoping not. Their kind can be territorial, after all.

“I didn’t think I’d find another member of my kind hiding among humans,” he’d begin, attempting to start conversation.

#{{IC}} ＲＥＦＲＡＣＴＥＤ #atrasideris

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