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[hufflepuff-flower-prince]

I want to high-five you

Niiiiice!!!

*HIghfive* :D

[wanderingmythologist-archive]

Five books, two interviews, and Arceus knows how many online articles, and not a single piece of information on the Sealed Chamber. Well, nothing solid; the only substantial part I could read from the Braille dictionary is talking about Relicanths and Wailords, and that doesn’t make any sense!

[wanderingmythologist-archive]

♥ =evil cackling=

♥ For mine to accidentally bite yours too hard while kissing.

An accident? Most definitely. For more than one reason.

See, the thing was Max happened to be a naturally affectionate person when it came to people she was friendly with. Usually with hugs or shoulder pats or cheek kisses, or even arm punches, if the person allowed them. So of course, she would extend that priviledge to her newest friend Nel.

Granted, not to this extent right out of the gate.

It was a beautiful night out. Just the two of them hanging out outside of the city, talking about whatever (mostly Max listening to more of his stories about his homeworld), and drinking a bit of that famous Hoennese wine, ‘cause why not, right? It was fun! Max wasn’t close to being completely wasted, of course, but she did have a nice buzz going, and everything felt nice and the wind wasn’t super cold and she had that inner warmth that alcohol gives you and just… everything was nice. And she glanced over to her companion and felt that surge of affection she did whenever she hung out with a friend.

So, acting on it, she leaned over a plant a kiss on his cheek. But, she guessed she was a bit more drunk then she thought, because she sort of… missed.

Max’s lips landed soundly on Nel’s. Of course, if she wasn’t buzzed, her initial response would have been to jump back immediately and apologize for half an hour, not meaning it all. But seeing as she still felt nice, and he was warm… her less inhibited mind went ‘eh why not?’

So she continued, a hand coming up to rest against his cheek. Yeah, it felt nice. The alcohol made her a bit more bold, and she pressed a bit closer… aaaand jerked back a bit at the taste of copper in her mouth.

Apparently, she got a little too enthusiastic about it, and sunk her teeth in too far into his lip, ‘cause suddenly it was bloody. Blinking hazily, she met his gaze with a flushed face and a mortified expression, blood smeared against her lips. “Ohhhh… Arceus, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

[wanderingmythologist-archive]

☹ [ i'm a terrible human-being-- ]

☹ For yours to accidentally hit mine in the face with the door.

Max was a person that suffered from tunnel vision.

When she was focused on something, she was committed to it. Researching, spelunking, vying for the next meal at the Mauville Food Court… Her vision narrowed, and everything else was blocked out. On the one hand, this was handy for when she was on the scent of the next big discovery, she didn’t waver, digging in her jaws like a stubborn Granbull, refusing to give up until she got the results she wanted.

Buuuuuut on the other hand, the tunnel vision meant that she didn’t notice anything else. Like the door that was swinging out at an alarming velocity.

One minute, Max was walking to the café, nose buried in the book she was currently holding, scanning through the paragraphs describing the various habitats of certain Ghost-type Pokémon – and OH ARCEUS PAAAAAAAIN

It smashed into her nose with the force of an eighteen wheeler, making her cry out in agony and drop the book, hands clutching her face. Everything was white hot agony, and she continued to groan and whimper, hunching over to the ground as tears leaked from her eyes. Blood could be seen trickling from between her fingers in a thin stream.

[wanderingmythologist-archive]

*ping!* Maxwell Deiryme has a birthday today!

[wanderingmythologist-archive]

Eeeeeeeeyup. I’m trapped here. The typhoon actually hit.

Fan-tucking-fastic.

[wanderingmythologist-archive]

askbohemiancompany replied to your post:Does not like pie *drops mike*

Easy. I’m alive because I don’t eat pie :3

“That is not living! That is a poor imitation of life! That is a broken, empty existence filled with no happiness and joy, and that’s one thing I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies!”