“Can you tell me what it is you’re afraid of?” ( synergis! ouo )
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Fingers trail lightly upon smooth skin, feeling the coil and power of the muscles that lurk beneath. Head turned as the question was posed, pigtails brushing gently against the tops of her shoulders, along the edges and hollows of faint collarbones. Attention turned to the young champion beside her, sitting within arm’s reach, but outside of the coil which her Serperior made with his sinuous body, a subconscious sort of protection for his trainer. And she stares for a moment, and another one, before her gaze returns to the setting before her, although her attention was still wholly the young woman’s.
Yet before her laid a grassy field alongside a babbling brook where her Finneon jumped out of the water with ease and grace, where her Lapras floated peacefully, Lunatone floating nearby. Before her laid her pokémon, her beloved partners, and his. And there he laid, upon the fluffed fur of his Arcanine, sleeping peacefully beneath the gentle, warm light of the sun, bathing them all in its grace. Yes, before her laid reality, yet it was reality infused with the ideal, the perfect picture of quietude and peace. ( It would not last, but. )
Fear should not have been a topic, should not have been a thought on the horizon, should not have even occurred to her in any and all capacities. Yet such thoughts were ever present, merely brought forth by the inquisition from the other who had become so familiar to her as of late. And there were many answers which she could give, there were many things to fear; after all, it was human to feel fear.
Everyone felt fear, pain, terror; albeit in altering and varying stages, in different concentrations, in vast and intensive ways. Admitting it was easy, yet speaking that which she feared aloud was difficult. Speaking of things such as that would never come easily to her, would never be as easy as it was to go with the flow of battle, as easy as it was to reach out to her pokémon, as easy as it was to shower them in all the love and affection which she would manage to. Perhaps that meant she was emotionally stunted, but she preferred to think not.
"Everyone’s afraid of something, don’t you think?”
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