#himeflower

[saffronist]

endearment 83

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➤ TEXT 8:39 am[ sabrina ] hey srry but im gnna have 2 cancel breakfast plans 2day[ sabrina ] woke up feeling like shit[ sabrina ] i think i have a fever

sabrina sends the text feeling genuinely regretful, because saturday morning breakfasts with erika have been a habit for as long as she can remember — she doesn’t think she’s missed one ever. she doesn’t think about it for too long though; her head is stuffy and steadily pounding. she leave her bed only to draw down the curtains, the darkness providing some semblance of relief. she’s just about to roll over, mind set on hopefully sleeping off whatever she’s contacted, when her smartphone bzzes with a new notification. blearily, she checks the screen, wincing before turning down the brightness.

➤ TEXT 8:40 am[ erika ] i’m sorry to hear that![ erika ] i can come by your house later with lunch if you’d like. i’ll be in the area anyway. :)

sabrina texts her a thumbs up and a thank you, hastily informing her to come by whenever and to let herself in. she tosses her phone somewhere in the recesses of her bed and eagerly burrows herself underneath her comforter.

sabrina wakes up around three hours later, feeling worse for wear. after using the bathroom and pulling on a sweatshirt and a pair of wool socks (god, why is it so cold!), she checks her phone to see an hour-old voicemail from erika. she returns to bed with her phone tucked between her ear and shoulder, her friend’s gentle voice informing her that she’ll be bringing soup from one of the local cafés after she finishes some errands, a soft i’ll see you soon and let me know what flavor tea you want me to bring back. the voicemail leaves sabrina’s heart racing, and she feels important and pampered — she sends a brief response and shuts her eyes to savor the feeling.

➤ TEXT 11:52 am[ sabrina ] honey

she’s ready to doze off again when she feels her phone vibrate once, then two, three times.

➤ TEXT 11:53 am[ erika ] yes dear, what’s up?

➤ TEXT 11:58 am[ erika ] OH.

➤ TEXT 11:58 am[ erika ] just realized you were saying what flavor you wanted. not addressing me.

this time, the growing flush on sabrina’s cheeks is definitely not from her fever.

[ghxstwritten]

the aroma of a coming rain.

starter for @himeflower

Not long after setting foot in Kanto for her book tour — her most recent novel, Ruin Maniac’s Dilemma, currently being at the tip-top of the bestseller’s list in several regions — Shauntal finds herself already wanting to break the repetition. As much as she loves meeting with fans, discussing plot points of her work, and even divulging them with special, insider details, she can’t seem to focus nowadays.

She blames her hectic schedule for her scattered mind. 

Yes, that has to be it.

And yet, instead of allowing herself time to rest, her mind continues to wander while her feet swiftly follow. In search of new experiences out in the city, the ghost-specialist peeks inside of the shops lining the streets of Celadon. Decorations and wares glitter behind the windows, and her eyes struggle taking in all of the different fashions that parade the streets.

Dipping into a small diner for a bit of relaxation, Shauntal immediately notices the figure of Celadon’s Gym Leader, Erika, seated at the far end of the restaurant. Poised and proper as ever, the grass-type Leader exudes an aura of contentedness. Perhaps this is what draws the writer to the other woman; slowly, she approaches, her voice low and eyes glistening behind her glasses with a hint of curiosity.

“Mind if I join you? I-I hope I’m not imposing or anything.”

[vialeroyale]

Heyyy, can I get a two week hiatus on erika and chic actress? Please and thank you!

no problem! back by 5/13… sounds good?

solgaleo mod

[saffronist]

@himeflower

she’s a fish out of water.

when sabrina had grudgingly gotten ready for the league ball hours before, she hadn’t expected it to be this big. while she’d grown up attending this types of events with her parents, its been years since the last one and she can’t help but stare at the crowded ballroom. her father had insisted she attend — something about appearances and networking — but sabrina has no plans of making friends or anything of the sort. she’s heard rumors of most of kanto’s gym leaders; the tomboyish mermaid and the ninja of fuschia town. the league holds this event with the purpose of fraternizing but sabrina avoids being drawn into conversation too often. she recognizes the fear and general distaste on some peoples’ faces — news travels quickly, and she isn't surprised that she hasn't been welcomed with open arms. they think she is cruel. maybe they're right. sabrina doesn't care much either way.

she checks the time again, eager for the clock to hit midnight so she can transport back to her apartment in saffron. an overzealous waiter offers her champagne for the fifth time tonight and sabrina just sighs and accepts. she’d normally avoid alcohol for fear of acting on lowered inhibitions, but tonight, she just can’t seem to give a damn. grabbing two glasses for good measure, she retreats to the balcony, where the loud music and sounds of socializing fade out and give way to the cool night air. she leans onto the stone railing, grateful for the (relative) silence. she has yet to figure out how to act around these new colleagues of hers; doesn't know if she should be manipulative or straightforward, intimidating or aloof. the whole thing gives her a headache, and she finds herself longing for the old days spent fraternizing with team rocket; at least then, she’d known how to hold herself. 

a prickling at her neck warns her that someone’s joined her on the balcony. sabrina doesn't turn to look or address the other party, instead knocking back one of the glasses of champagne. she’s not in the mood to socialize; that much is obvious.

[vialeroyale]

The weather is quite lovely! I hope it will stay like this, I heard that some terrible storms were on their way. [Erika has arrived!]

Oh, I hope those storms pass us. We’re not covered for damages from them. But we’re glad you’re here, Erika! Please make your way to the masterlist greenhouse and follow everyone!

— lunala-mod