there was something about being back in his own body that made grisham realize how much he did want to learn how to be the person he was meant to be. not the rich heir of a noble family. not the prodigy of team flare- just himself. it was through jacinthe's body that he learned that he very much had no desire to go back to that life- the one where he was brought by his parents with his sister in tow. where they learned to dance, how to look perfect in the eyes of society.
he'd never been happier to wake up in his own bed, with charmander curled up next to him. but it's not just charmander this time.
bagon is propped up against a pillow, snoring softly. the last time grisham had seen bagon, he was a salamence and they were battling in the z-a royale. much like charmander, it seemed bagon faced the same ... transformation. brought back to being a little dragon, rather than a fierce lord of the skies.
❝ it's good to see you regardless, mon ami, ❞ grisham says, his own voice still gravely from sleep.
bagon perks up. the dragon looks at his little hands, looks to charmander, looks to his trainer with a baffled expression. charmander opens one eye before perking up- overjoyed that he's not the only one of grisham's pokemon to live in their new home.
⎛ . . . ⎠
jacinthe left his wardrobe unchanged. she had put everything back the way it was- or perhaps that was the work of the stars. grisham picked out a comfortable outfit- a warm sweater and dark slacks- the winter chill had seeped into his bones in a way that he was rather unaccustomed to. maybe it was because he was away from ... all of the people he'd met- the bonds he'd made.
he was lonely, still, in a way that his pokemon couldn't fully fix. but, having his pokemon made the loneliness less of a void and more of a dull ache. grisham liked to think that one day, he wouldn't feel it at all. healing, after all, was a journey and a lengthy one at that.
⎛ . . . ⎠
when he heads to the kitchen, charmander and bagon follow, exchanging chirps and purrs; a conversation he didn't need to put words to understand. bagon was a third mouth to feed, which meant grisham had more food to buy, and the house he lived in could start to feel more like a home. hadn't he spent evenings preparing food for himself, for griselle, for their pokemon? it made him happy- happy as a social outcast could be. like the food truck, too-
he dreamed often of buying a place, giving nouveau cafe a home base of sorts. sometimes he thought of buying the old lysandre cafe- fixing it up and making it better. something truly beautiful. to chase away the ghosts and the ashes of the past- but that was still more money than he had saved up. a project for the future perhaps.
soon, the smell of fresh coffee fills the kitchen. grisham hums, picks out ingredients for a healthy breakfast. but before he starts, he grabs the tv remote and turns it on.
