Despite the chills and shivers, N continued to sweat. His face was left disgruntled. His already black shirt darkened with his cold perspiration. As his nightmare tormented him mentally, there was a sudden pang in his side that hurt him physically. He couldn’t figure why he felt such a real pain in this twisted fantasy. Nonetheless, it was too unbearable for him to handle. His eyes were forced open, widened with terror. His upper body shot up but once upright, he remained petrified. His breath audible and heavy. He wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep however, he did not feel even the slightest bit revitalized by the awful nap.
Time seemed to stop then. How long had it been, seeing him for the last time? Before going out, just leaving, after all they went through together. It was appropriate to say, he had saved both her and Froslass’ life those days.
Jillian didn’t know how to react; this had certainly been a surprise. She fought whether to cry out of joy, scream from happiness or berate him with questions and demand answers. Of course, only one of these choices were truly her, though she ended up mixing two.
Glaceon flinched from the sudden action, watching as her trainer exclaim in delight and hugs the young man tightly. Jillian throws her arms around N’s neck, practically returning him to the dirt and buries into the side of his neck. Though she’s aware of how awkward it could of been, all Jillian cared about was the wonderful feeling of knowing N was alive.
He had left without goodbye one night, after reuniting Jillian to her family. She was grateful, unable how to express the gratitude felt towards him. For that reason, it was nearly heartbreaking to wake up without his presence. They weren’t anything but close friends at the time, though it was as if Jillian had lost a piece of herself.
She was scared. He had built such strength within her, Jillian was afraid it would all be for naught. Alas, it was just the opposite, however she still would lay awake at night, wondering where N could have gone.
“-ace...”
Glaceon breaks the nostalgia Jillian places herself under by getting between the two trainers, front paws on N’s knees. Cold nose against Jillian’s skin was more than enough to get the attention she wanted. Also not wanting to make him too uncomfortable, she undoes herself from him, leaning back on her legs. “You’re- you’re here! It’s been years, I can’t believe it... When you left so suddenly, I was worried you didn’t exist at all, as if you were an angel...”
Thinking about the statement, Jillian chuckles to herself, “though, in a way, I guess you were...”
Barry :: The Windworks
Ingo :: concrete angel
Looker :: in the back alleys
Seymour :: those magic changes (pirate/mermaid!au)
N :: A Tree Without A Branch
Lucas :: Diamond in the Rough (genderswap!au)
Harris :: plotting (?)
Dawn :: (?)
that's it I think?? Jill needs more lady friends oh my goodness;;
Her somewhat bold response had caught the agent by surprise, causing him to raise an eyebrow in confusion. She had come across as so quiet, and suddenly comes out with that? It didn’t sit well with Looker, but he told himself he wouldn’t bring it up. Not yet, anyway. She told him how her Glaceon knew its way home, but the agent was determined to stick around a bit more…
"No, no. It is not a problem, hm! As a member of the International Police, it is my duty to ensure both you and your Pokemon’s safe return, yes!"
“I hope you do not mind me asking, no, but you are not from here, are you? Your accent… It is most certainly a Sinnohian one, yes? Please, do correct me if I am wrong.”
He knows. I’m going to jail. Goodbye mother, Sophie-
Jillian couldn’t help but wince. Surely Looker had no idea of her previous occupation, though the ex-grunt kept worrying over nothing. It was fearful to think she’d get into trouble after all these years, but there was no telling what authorities were doing with Team Galactic members now.
Still, she didn’t deny anything; he had been correct, after all. It should have come to attention the detective would recognize where she was from, since he was familiar with Sinnoh in general. Was he this forward back then? Y-Yeah, I guess so... I need to get away before he starts asking more alarming questions.
That’s when Looker came up with an idea. A glorious idea. Splitting up was the exact thing Jillian had been waiting for a chance for and now that it was present, she’d be taking the reigns without a second thought. Nervously Jillian nods her head in agreement, still avoiding the older man’s gaze.
“Y-yes, sir,” she begins to turn the opposite direction, ready to speed-walk away from this uncomfortable situation. Looker is on his way to depart as well, allowing a breath of relief to escape.
“…Ah. How terribly rude of me, yes! I did not catch your name, Miss!”
-which had probably been a moment too soon. Without a break in pace, she simply calls over her shoulder, response being the honest truth instead of a planned lie, “J-Jillian, my name is Jillian- I’ll go this way, see you..!”
Ducking out of sight, she reaches the main street and hopes Looker is doing the same North-wise. Internally Jillian chastises herself, weaving through crowds and making to gain as much distance as possible. You should have stayed calm instead of scrambling to answer, now he’s going to think you’re up to something. Or lied. I should have lied.
Floaroma Town brings a sense of peace. Julian finds himself able to rest here, to let go of any anxieties and just relax. Not many things gave that sort of luxury.
He breathes in sweet scents enveloping all around him, lying on his back while hazel eyes flutter shut. Everything is serene, not a disruptive sound within earshot. Meditation was never in his favor, though lately Julian had been reconsidering the idea.
Slow, deep breaths, and a haze of calmness settles. He’s in a whole other world now, which is almost funny to him. Team Galactic wanted to create a new world not so long ago, hardly akin to where his mind drifted now.
Julian found himself in a dreamlike state, floating in a different plane though still grounded to reality. Guided by spirit, he allows it to lead anywhere. He’s open to whatever decides to present itself, but what does just about scares him senseless.
Red eyes and an ear-piercing cry, Julian knows that sound― he detests it. Slithering towards him, Giratina is locked upon the young man and nothing is in its way. Mouth open, claws extended coming closer and closer―
Closer―
Thrust back into everyday, Julian’s eyes snap open and he takes in a gulp of air. Panting, a bead of sweat runs down his temple. Meditation would have to wait until his night terrors receded. Luckily he was able to wake himself, something never been done before which hinted Julian was at least making progress.
The wispy air was enough to soothe him, though the atmosphere changed drastically.
It’s not so peaceful anymore.
Before his body even had the slightest chance of returning to a relaxed state, Julian spots something else all too familiar. Or, rather, someone.
A young lady spotted just beyond the flowers, back towards Julian though he already knows just who it was. Such a defeat was hardly forgotten- secretly he had been waiting for the day they’d meet again.
Without thinking rationally, Julian hastily stands and makes his way towards her. The flowers don’t stand a chance, though there’s effort in avoiding any harsh damage. In the back of his mind, he knows she wouldn’t remember him. Lacking a vibrant wig and tight space clothes, Julian looked entirely a different person.
After a few months, he realized she did, too.
He reaches out, grabbing her shoulder as the distance between them closes. Words come out a jumbled mess, before Julian is able to collect somewhat of a composure.
“H-Hey, kid-,” the nickname he’d use for her, back when times were harsher and he was more of a threat. Only now, his tone hardly held authority and the unsure stuttering surely proved that.
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A smile blossoms as Jillian’s eyes brighten at the thought. While physical traits were received from the father, personality wise Jillian’s child was like a miniature her and it warmed the young mother’s heart.
“Raising a pokemon is a big responsibility, you understand? But, if you really want one, we’ll get you a poke ball and set out for Snorunt’s. Let’s go ask your father, he’s going to be proud!”
She kneels down, taking her child’s hands into her own. The question had been on their mind, she knew, as her husband had been traveling more often than usual lately. Now that it’s been asked, Jillian already had a response to give.
“Your father would never avoid you. He gets busy from time to time, but always misses you while he’s away. We’ll plan something big for him when he gets back, okay?”
( Dei! My sweet. I know for a fact that she is and has always been a sublime writer. Her posts show such depth and sophistication in her characters; it's no wonder hearts in WE go through a vicious cycle of swelling, breaking, and mending as her muses come and go. I'm very glad to be writing with you once again, love! )
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