(Ehhh 5 times the love? You know, for the sibling-ish feels)(\_(ツ)_/)
Send “5 Times the Love” and I will write a drabble about the five times my muse fell in love with your muse
[ lxpidolite ]
Condition: Sleepy
The first time he met Irene, he wasn’t in the rightest of moods to even say hello. So much had happened during the time before she arrived, that it had drained most of his energy. Now that he thought about it, he was actually grateful to her for not prodding so much and being annoyed or anything, but also providing help in a way, that came from giving advice such as rest, and the thing with him, which he had now come to learn as a Pokemon.
Condition: Annoyed
Second time, that feeling had begun to show up. Yes, he was annoyed by her and her side-comments, which ended up becoming something of a snark off between the two, but he took notice that she didn’t do these out of malice. There was some kind of affection laced within them. Strange.
What did that mean?
Condition: Angry
He felt like his world shattered when they engaged in battle. But even before that fight ensued, he was terrified, horrified, and most of all, angry. At who? Himself? Irene? The Pokemon possessing it? Probably all three. It was rage that fueled him to stand his ground, to battle against Metagross, to plot with Metagross, to free Irene from that Pokemon’s grasp. Never had he felt so much hatred for something that was messing the person he cared for.
Condition: Concerned
It was still funny for a data being that insisted he had no heart, therefore no true emotions, that he was so worried for the older girl who laid still, unconscious due to the whole possessing fiasco. He had made sure his Porygon and her Metagross (as well as her other Pokemon that were there) were being properly healed, and when she had awoken, relief flooded him so much that was surprised it didn’t consume him.
She was okay, and with that, he was happy.
Condition: ???
Fifth, just like the second, consisted of various different instances and time frames, but they all contained the same thing. He would still get annoyed, but those didn’t last long. He was enjoying Irene’s presence, and while he was sure this wasn’t the same affection like the real Sora had for his Kairi, it was… Well, it was like the real Riku and Sora; there was some brotherly, sibling-like affection to it.
It’s not bad at all.
