#llightofruin

[lysxandre-archived]

malva is my favorite lesbian

[rocketkojiro]

❝      Aren’t   you   a   member   of   the   elite   four?   What   brings   you   all   the   way   out   here?   This   isn’t   exactly   an   area   people   tend   to   frequent.      ❞      They   were   planning   to   set   up   a   hideout   here   in   order   to   have   a   place   to   plan   their   activities.   

@llightofruin​  || starter call

[inquisitorre]

@llightofruin​ asked: “ i only know the rumors, nothing else. ” from Malva  /  meme.

                     ❝  Then tell me those rumours. What’s nothin’ to you could be everything t’me.  ❞

Malva had been a tricky person to track down. Elite Trainers were very busy people, apparently, and manually pinning down her location in a city as vast as Lumiose had taken far longer than he’d anticipated.

But, if this talk goes the way he expects, it’ll all be worth it.

If there was one thing he’d learned, it was that most reporters were goldmines of information. They knew far more than anyone expected them to, and they had a talent for gathering information that almost rivaled that of the great detective himself! Someone who works for the main regional news station (or had worked? Pikachu couldn’t be sure, he hadn’t looked too deeply into her employment history), in an Elite League position?

That was... That was a goldmine inside a goldmine!

                     ❝  This drug is affectin’ pokemon everywhere. I know there’s cases in Kalos, and I know KNBC must have commented on it at some point. Even if i’s misremembered, or just wrong, I need you t’ tell me whatever you think y’heard.  ❞

[iruludavare]

@llightofruin​ || Pokemon baby photos

          “You know, when Daphne was little, she used to love dressing up in outfits. Even if they weren’t, well... built to withstand the sheer speed of a Fennekin determined on surpassing the speed of light...”

     Goodness knows that those tiny fox pokemon could be completely relaxed one second, then frantically running around and leaping off of furniture the next. Between the screams and squeaks and endless energy, it is no secret that such a line of pokemon can be quite difficult raise, requiring so much careful attention and patience. Still, the heroine’s focus shifts from the screen of her Holo Caster, to the professor, and back down to the device once more, scrolling through a gallery of photos. And within seconds, it appears as though Serena has found something to show him, judging by the way the young woman places it atop the table, and turns the screen so that Sycamore could see.

          “How adorable is she? I think it is a look that would suit her, and be just as cute, even now. Don’t you agree, Daphne?”

     A glance over her shoulder-- one that is met with the mortified look of the pokemon in question, who has long stood as a Delphox. She would not mind adorning such things-- not around Serena, whom the fire-type views like a mother--, for Daphne does allow the blonde to bestow upon her an accessory or two before entering the Battle Chateau, but putting the idea in his mind, too? Out of the question. No, she has grown up. Matured. No longer that highly animated, naïve pokemon.

     And so the fire-type breaks her silence, words spoken through the mind to both the professor and his student, but still so firm.

          ‘No. Immediately no. Absolutely not,’

[lysxandre-archived]

❝ In the end, it turns out that you’re just like everyone. ❞ from Sycamore @llightofruin

"I have no delusions about what I've done, or how many people and Pokémon have been hurt because of me. I've carved a cruel path to get to this point, and I would be lying if I said I truly believed it was all for the sake of justice. I have my ego, and- I'm human, which is more damning to me than anything else.

I'm sorry that I disappointed you, Professor. I have always considered you a bright light in a world devoid of hope. I've felt your compassion firsthand. I've seen the way the Pokémon you care for care for you in return. If more people were like you- maybe I could find more hope in the future.

But you are right. I am just like everyone else. And if... everyone else is like me, then all of us are capable of the same destruction. If you believe what I'm about to do is evil, then all of us are capable of evil if we believe the end result will be for the greater good.

I don't have a good excuse to give you, do I? I can't even offer you a genuine apology. I'm not sorry about what I've done, but I do regret the pain it's caused, and I'm aware that it's no negligible amount.

I didn't want to see you when things were like this-

- seeing your disappointed face is a punishment I can hardly bear."

@llightofruin

[iruludavare]

🌠 from AZ llightofruin

Moonlight aesthetic starters || Accepting

(☄️) Our muses watch a meteor shower. @llightofruin

     Long has she known about the marvels of nature. From the common and unnoticed, to the exceedingly rare and inexplainable-- from the blossoming of flowers in spite of weather and hardship, to rivers and shorelines aglow with wisps of light from algae as though the heavens themselves had replaced the water. To someone like her, such moments are invaluable; equally as treasured and capable of striking awe into the depths of a bleeding heart. Sights that soothe the aches it carries, and calms an ever racing mind. Indeed, they are, to Serena, both nature and the heaven’s reminder to abandon worldly woes and bring herself back in touch with everything around her.      To nurture her soul and all of its pieces as it heals; not tear it apart into smaller fragments.

     There is little to be said, then, when the heroine finds herself having settled near the edge of a cliff, nestled in amongst wild grasses, accompanying an ancient king over a hundred times her age-- all, at first, to simply watch the night sky. A spot deliberately chosen for its skies left unpolluted by the light of cities or towns, as well as the view of the ocean which spans the horizon and the distant sounds of waves crashing upon rocky debris below. Across the blonde’s lap lies an Absol, yet another being older than herself who has taken it upon herself to provide the young woman with some kind of warmth and defence against the night breeze. 

     They speak of what they know-- she, of how the stars were once used to navigate the lands of a distant region when living a nomadic lifestyle similar to his own; of the constellations and the stories she was told as a child by someone equally as grey-haired and wrinkled as the king. How, in her belief, the stars themselves possess spirits of their own, signalling the entrance to the domains of higher beings-- like Dialga and Palkia. Exchanges of memories and knowledge, veiled under the serenity and darkness of the night. And, for a while, it had been quite the uneventful handful of hours-- until slate blue eyes caught a thin streak of light dart across the sky.

     And another. And more after that. A meteor shower.

     My, how long has it been since she has bore witness to such a marvel, Serena wonders? Mumbled words give way to a comfortable silence, focus shifting to the phenomenon occurring right before their eyes. She remembers now-- in the meadows of Floaroma, surrounded by flowers instead of grass and speaking openly to her mother’s Rhyhorn in lieu of a king aged over three millennia. The annual showers that would grace the skies of Sinnoh-- that all would be fortunate enough to see. Her heart lurches. Could this be seen back home, too?

     No, Serena scolds herself with an internal shake of her head, now is not time to think of that. Instead, she focuses on the streaks in the sky-- of pale yellows and oranges and purples; meteors composed of different elements, if the books the heroine read were correct. To describe the sight to another person not present for the shower would be impossible. It is, without a doubt, a gorgeous thing to behold, and one that the blonde feels so very lucky to have accidentally been around at the right time, and right spot, to see. A smile tugs at the edge of pale lips, and for a few more moments, all seems right.

     That is, until a meteor trailing a bright, teal colour shoots across the sky. The exact same shade of the beam that such a horrible weapon had fired not too long ago.

     A breath catches in her throat. An intense feeling of dread pools in the depths of her stomach. Had its trajectory been straight downward, then perhaps a scream might have escaped from her right then and there. Eyes flicker over to the side-- to AZ-- and she cannot help but wonder if he makes the same connection. If any of the meteors shooting across the sky reminds him of the Ultimate Weapon and the blinding streak of light shooting up to or down from the heavens. Or maybe, if enough time has passed that his mind simply no longer pays such a train of thought any heed. Fingers comb through the fur of the Absol sprawled across her lap, and, in a broken, whisper-like voice, Serena finally speaks up.

          “...Do you ever get tired of things like this?”