Ugh, I haven't written in a minute, but I kinda want to write brat-tamer!corbeau. Jumping off the building & intentionally pissing him off in that quest was *chefs kiss*.
He wouldn't even wait for things to settle down after everything that happened. No. You'd be in his office that same night, getting disciplined & subsequently railed multiple times.
Because how dare you make a fool out of him, in front of his men no less. You didn't slip off the roof, no, he watched your bratty ass jump down THREE times. Simply because annoying him was funny.
Yeah well, you're paying for it now. He may be a short king, but he packs one hell of a punch (er, slap) when it comes to spanking. He's not one to hold back when it comes to putting his brat in their place.
Corbeau isnt a heavy crier, nor a crier in general. He doesn't cry when he's in pain. He doesn't cry when hearing a remorseful tale from a citizen in Lumiose that came to visit his office. He doesn't cry when feels like he hasnt done enough to help the city. Does he experience emotion- saddness, empathy, hurt; yes, but he refuses to cry about it.
Howver, Corbeau does cry over love. Not in his office, and definitely not in the streets. Only in his penthouse with no one to see, no one to know that the leader of thr Rust Syndicate gets emotional over experiencing love. When his s/o tells him that he is loved, and will always be cared for by them for the first time one day in his office, he goes home and cries that night. He cries a gut-ereching sob at the prospect of being loved simply for who he is, without having to change be better.
The first time his s/o visits his penthouse, they let the words "I love you" slip from thier mouth. Corbeau doesn't have it in him to says the words back, tears already welling in his eyes. His s/o asks him what's wrong, highly concerned by the sudden emotional outburst from Corbeau, only for him to back away and cry harder. Corbeau hides his face in the arm of a couch. His s/o, quite undsure of how to react, dors what they know best and comforts him for any pain he's feeling. They place a hand on his back and rub in small motions. Corbeau cries harder, sobbing and hiccuping all at the same time.
The first time him and his s/o make love, Corbeau cries. The sex is so gentle, so tender and sweet, he can't help but let his typical facade fade and be replaced by one much more emotional. As he's baring down into his s/o tears stream down his face feeling such immense love. His s/o has to pause the moment and asks of Corbeau is hurting, if they are hurting him, to which he can only reaply that they are "hurting his heart.". His s/o hurts his heart in a dull pain, providing unconditional love even in a moment that's meant to be more primal and animalistic. The proceess of making love is new to Corbeau, only used to a quick fuck and moving on with the rest of his night. He's never had the chance to take it slow, to be loved back by a partner with just as much love as he holds for them.
And so, Corbeau cries. it starts with tears minimally wetting his cheeks, turning into a stream down his face, which he tries to fuck his s/o through. It when he starts hiccuping that his s/o has to stop him, face with worry. He pulls out, and lands on the portion of his bed next to s/o and cries into a pillow. They rub his back, whispering comforting words, unsure what the exact cause is of the outburst, but based on that prior experience they have a rough idea.
Corbeau is full of love and does not know how to tame it, so it is realeased from his body in tears.
corbeau's laugh is what youd expect from the man- its sharp and short. When a client is in his office cracks a joke, corbeau appropiately responds with a short chuff of laughter, although forced to keep up appearances most of the time. a genuine laugh from corbeau is rare. the odd time, a snide comment from Philippe will earn a chuckle, or even rarer, a smile.
corbeau trained his laugh to be something much more subtle, ashamed of his real laugh believing its not suitable the persona he wishes to produce. When alone, his s/o gets the joy of hearing his real laughter the odd time; a loud, full-chested laugh.
On a rare day off, on a day where his s/o actually convinces him to stay-in, Corbeau forgoes his usual dress shirt, slacks, tie and suit jacket for something more comfortable. In the summer mornings, he'll waunder around his penthouse apartment clad in black boxers and nothing else. His penthouse may be high end, but there's drawbacks to choosing to live in a historic building where air conditioning cant be installed. Luckily, Lumiose has fair weather most of the year, apart from the odd heat wave and cold snap. In the winter, Corbeau bundles up in his deep purple satin pyjama set. It has simple embroidery around the arm and leg cuffs.
On his days off Corbeau dresses simple, no more fancy that any other citizen of Lumiose. Corbeau wears french terry black joggers and a plain grey t-shirt embroidered with the rust syndicate motif. He looks so unlike his typical dress that you wouldn't be able to pick him out in a crowd. His s/o especially loves lazy days like these. A cotton t-shirt is much more comfortable to lay one's head against when cuddling than a starched suit jacket and dress shirt. As fun as it is for his s/o to tease Corbeau by pulling at his tie at any given moment, sometimes it nice to cuddle up with someone who isn't worried about wrinkling their clothes.
corbeau is not a fan of electric types- their energy is too unpredictable. rock types? sure. a bit rough around the edges but lovable all the same. fire types? a bit hotheaded, but nothing a little training can't fix. psychic types? a bit too skittish for his liking, but would rather that than a pokemon who clings to you 24/7. electric types? unpredictable. one zap and your day is ruined. your clothes are ruined! your hair is ruined! corbeau wasn't pushy with what typing his grunts picked for their teams, but definitely sheld away from the grunts who chose electric as their main typing.
his opinion changed when he met his s/o's raichu. a timid little thing it is. little being literally, as its classified as extra small. his s/o claims that its size doesnt speak for its power though. he learned that when the two of you had battled for his s/o's promotion match way back when, the raichu easily taking out half of his team before running out of juice itself. its thundershocks were so powerful, summoning electricity from the sky itself, breaking a hole through the roof of the rust syndicate.
despite its power, the raichu is humble and understanding. it doesn't boast about its power like corbeau know ltm surge's does in kanto. this raichu recognizes its strengths, but it doesnt abuse them.
corbuea begins to take a proper liking to his s/o's raichu when he finds it curled up around his s/o on one of the couches in his office. corbeau's s/o is dead asleep. but the raichu, despite its timidness, remains curled protectively around his s/o. its tail it poised ready to realease an attack, whether that be a powerful iton tail or one of those shocking thundershocks corbeau doesn't know, and also doesnt want to find out.
with a weary smile, corbeau back aeay from your sleeping, wheee the raichu relaxes a little, resting its head of his s/o's chest, keeping one eye still trained on corbeau.
corbeau admires its protectiveness, making him oh so little more fond of the electric rodent.
hc that corbeau's glasses are the way that they are because when his scolipede was a venipede its markings weren't traditional of the species. Because its markings werent ideal, it wasnt wanted by other trainers/other venipede hoards, and thats how it met corbeau. corbeau's venipede was missing the distinct black V near its neck, the one that corbeau replicated on his glasses he wears everyday. corbeau wear the venipede "crest" to honour the way his scolipede was different as a venipede, and how corbeau was also different and outcast when he was younger.
