Holy shit, it's been over 2 years since I've checked in on these babies!! 💕
So it has been a minute since I've consulted the timeline of their friends to lovers relationship, but I imagine this little scene takes place while they're in their "what are we??" phase :)
Print/Trinket Universe (Micah and Everly)
700~ words
Drabble List (and this also happens to coincide with "Soulmates" for GT July!)
“What are you moping about, Ev? It looks gorgeous out there.”
Everly didn’t grace that with a response right away. She glared out the polished glass window as the sun set over the distant skyline, painting the clouds in pinks and golds. She heard the scrape of a chair as Micah pulled up a seat behind her.
“I’m not moping,” she muttered.
Yes, she was, and she knew it.
When the band was on tour, she desperately wanted to be off tour to escape the stress. And when they were off tour, she wanted to die. She could brainstorm the lights and smoke colors for every verse of every song that Micah would perform, but it wasn’t real yet. Not until the real planning stages, where she’d have to fight like hell to be taken seriously.
Where did that leave her for now? Lounging around Micah’s extravagant house with little to do other than feel sorry for herself.
A gentle nudge of fingertips at her side made her prickle with uncertainty of how to react. She had come to welcome his touch. He was sweet. He always meant well. But times like this, when he didn’t understand her, she wanted to shove his big, stupid hand away.
She settled for shying away, hoping to get the message across. He did pull his hand away—but he also huffed out a sigh of frustration.
“How am I supposed to help if you won’t talk to me?”
Oh, she could definitely do without that testy tone of his voice.
She whipped her head around to glare at him. “What’s there to talk about? I don’t need to come running to you every time I don’t feel like smiling, you know!”
Once she started, she couldn’t stop, so she supposed she was giving him exactly what he wanted. Standing abruptly, she marched toward him until she reached the edge of the sill. He leaned away, and she felt the smallest flare of amusement and satisfaction that she could intimidate someone six times her size.
Jabbing a finger in his direction, she said, “Did you think that inviting me to move in here was going to solve all my problems? I’ve been fighting to survive all my life, Micah! Now, I’m just… just here. Taking up space and doing nothing, while every person I’ve ever cared about is still scraping by in the slums. The worst of it is that I don’t deserve to feel sad! I’m not the one suffering anymore, right? But it’s just… ugh!”
She finished with a frustrated growl and met Micah’s wide eyes. She couldn’t read his expression. Great. She’d probably pissed him off, and now they’d both be moping about it.
When it seemed like he wasn’t going to say anything, she looked down and rubbed her temples.
“I’m so fucking useless,” she said at the precise moment that he said, “I’m a fucking asshole.”
Her head shot back up. They gaped at each other.
“Don’t say that about yourself!” they blurted together.
Their overlapped voices made them both startle into silence for several more seconds.
Everly broke first. She couldn’t bring her hand to her mouth fast enough to bury the laugh that bubbled out of her. That finally broke Micah out of his stupor. He looked strangely relieved, as though her giggle had saved her from imploding. Leaning an elbow on the windowsill, he rested his head in his hand and looked down at her.
“You know, best friends finish each other’s sentences,” he said, smiling warmly. “But I have a theory.”
Part of her was frustrated to no end that he was trying to diffuse her outburst. Soft, soothing words didn’t fix the reality of the situation. But that was how he navigated discomfort, so she’d let it slide—for now.
She scoffed, utterly disarmed and pretending she wasn’t. “I’m dying to hear it.”
“Soulmates say entire sentences together.”
Rolling her eyes, she faced the window again and prayed that any added color on her face could be blamed on the fiery sunset. “Your theory is gross.”
Here’s some random drawings of Everly! Like I said, And some additional drawings of, her currently nameless little sister. (Poll coming soon for name) Also if you have any name suggestions feel free to type them in the comments.
“I. Miss. My. Mety. And. I. Am. Absolutely. Not. Wishing.” Magolor grumbled, as he looked at the dark blue and starry sky—at midday—like it personally offended him.
“MAGS! It’s spring here and you didn’t tell me?!” Everly started, but softens her tone as she saw a look of longing from Magolor. In order to keep him from wishing, (as she, Magolor, Celebi and Dialga all agreed on keeping an eye on each other’s backs to prevent the others from wishing while that sky was still in their world) she went out of the room… and returned a few minutes later
She returned with Gracideas, Pop Flowers, and some lavenders. In a bouquet.
“Here. Think of it as a little springtime present. And, yes. The entire ‘wish’ thing. And your missing Mety.”
“Heh. Thanks, Ever. Also, I have a little something for you too…” Magolor lifted a hand and attached a ribbon on top of one of the Sylveon’s bows. “It’s a sunflower. A ribbon one.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re just like one. Seeing the light when no one else can.”
Fighting back after four years as a yakuza sex-slave, a woman (Salma Hayek) matches wits and weaponry with a legion of killers who are out to collect the bounty on the heads of her and her family on Christmas Eve.
I love this movie. It’s brutal, action-packed, heartwarming, tragic, and hilarious. I watch it every Christmas season.
