#madamelooker

[battleboy]

@madamelooker​

“You’re not Looker...?”

[xeternitas]

And for some extra fun: Fading to Dust for Freya too B)

Xerneas should never have loved her. He should have kept on hating. Hating the human child who had bonded him in captivity the instant he was free from his three thousand year prison. She had wormed her way in, into the heart that despite all the hardships and betrayals still left itself open to humans.

She couldn’t be dying. Not here. Not so far away from everyone. Not with only him as witness to her final moments. Xerneas was the embodiment of life itself, and he was totally helpless. He was a giver, not a healer. This was beyond him. She was dying, and no amount of energy he pumped into her could replace the blood.

A spasm of coughs forced her eyes open. They landed on him, and her gaze came into focus. Smiling. The little human was smiling at him. Why? Was he expected to make the wounds disappear with a snap of his fingers?

One of her hands cupped his face. Her lips moved, but no sound escaped. What was she saying? Had she lost her ability to speak, or he his ability to hear? The hand fell away. Then came back up holding–

Why? Why was that…? Even after so long, even in this form, the capsule filled him with a sense of dread. If Xerneas was inside when she died, would he be able to get back out? The capsule was enlarged, opened. She grabbed both sides of it, twisting, until–

Cr-Ack.

Xerneas felt it almost before he heard it. A breaking inside him, as the capsule snapped in half.

Free. Xerneas was free.

And Freya was dead.

The feeling left in his chest by the ball shattering was still there. Empty. Hollow. A pit that yearned to be filled by her keen gaze and snickering laughter.

Oh. He was crying.