#roseharted

[poisonstype]

“yer tryin’ to spoil me aren’t cha?” fionn speaks up, glancing at the chairman and then around him. he wants to make sure no one was watching them, especially with the rumors spouting about. “ya...ya should be more careful...i heard about your other...boy toys.”

@roseharted​ asked for a starter.

[poisonstype]

@roseharted​ --- time for pain.

his face goes bright red as he turns to look up at the chairman. “really, is dat what ya think? i saw what happened, rose! ya almost destroyed the entire region without thinkin’! do ya think ya want me? if ya could’ve had it, i would be dropped dead compared to bringin’ back da darkest day.”

his hands shake as he wipes his eyes and pushes away. “i --- i dunno if i can trust ya.”

[poisonstype]

@roseharted​ //  beat - dance with them.

THE MUSIC fills the room, both alone together. after all, if you were the chairman, you could have everything in GALAR. fionn kept looking down at his feet, trying not to step on the chairman’s shiny loafers. arceus, how did he get here? a discussion about becoming a poison gym leader came to a dance in a nearly empty room. 

“i --- i’m not da best at dancin’, now singin’ and playin’ da guitar? i can do dat.” he mumbles cheeks pink from embarrassment. without thinking, he presses his face into the clean crisp white shirt. “but --- dancin’ with ya? it’s nice.”

[pinkrival-moved]

@roseharted​ said: 🐤 ( twitter meme )

[fluffyfairychild]

Memory

@roseharted​

How much had changed since that day?

It was a simple enough question, but the answer was not so easy to come by. Bede knew this, he was well aware, although he asked it to himself every day. Every time he pulled the covers off his body in the morning. ‘How much has changed?’ Every time he looked in a mirror. ‘What did I possibly do to warrant this?’ Every time he passed a makeup brush over his cheek. ‘How could it have all fallen apart so quickly?’ The makeup palette was closed with a sudden click. Every blemish covered up, every insecurity hidden behind a wall of powder and cream. All slipped into a pink bag to be hidden away in some antique vanity until the next day.

The tea kettle hissed as he came downstairs, the gentle pitter-patter of rain was a welcome ambiance which quelled his raging mind. His Reuniclus, the one that had been his partner from the start, greeted him happily. A gentle good morning for which he was always grateful for. Red eyes peeked from around the doorway answering his question of who had put the kettle on. His Gardevoir was skilled with such things as house cleaning, no matter how many times he told her she needn’t do such things, she seemed more than happy to do it anyways. Who was he to tell her to stop if it kept her countenance bright and her demeanor so uplifting.

The scent of Pecha Tea was always welcome to his nose, it was a tea that only needed a little bit of sugar for it was all too sweet. Eyes stared off to a nonexistent point. His fingers moving on their own as he stirred the tea. It was almost as though he wasn’t entirely there. He couldn’t help but think back to what had happened. Early mornings was when he always found himself repeating the same nightmare over and over again. Orphanage, Rose, Mistakes, Opal... Over and over again. A seamless cycle he couldn’t break from. Not until he decides to step out of his home...

‘It was raining though.’

‘The gym is closed on Sundays.’

‘Truly a terrible trick from the Unseelie Court...’

The thoughts came in rapid succession, one after another, like bullets. The realization hit him quickly. He would be stuck here, he had no reason to leave and as such no energy to... He had, effectively, trapped himself in his own cage. Bede tried to create Opal’s words in his head, the ones she would always say when she saw him lapsing back into that terrible mindset, the one where he would do anything he could to please Rose... Just searching for any sliver of validation from a man that was, for all intents and purposes, distracted and going through just as much. But the false scoldings were nothing but mirages in his hazy brain.

‘You ought to focus on these things.’

‘No faerie will let you dwindle on the past.’

‘Back straight, eyes forward, keep moving.’

‘Tell me, why can’t you drink cream?’

A sudden knock. Bede jumped up, startled, eyes wide like a wild animal’s. His wooden chair clattered to the floor loudly, no doubt alerting whoever was on the doorstep of his cottage that he was inside. Who would come so far into the Glimwood Tangle to see him? Who was lurking on the other side of that door? He approached quietly, a sinking feeling in his stomach as he took hold on the door handle. Bede took a second to compose himself, settle down his anxiety before he faced whoever was on the other side.

Rage.

Blind rage and utter panic. He felt his face grow red hot, his heart beginning to pick up pace, his breath shorten. For a moment he stood there, paralyzed, feeling like the smallest thing alive... Smaller than even a joltik. “You...” He growled, expression turning harsh. “What are you doing here!? Wasn’t throwing me out enough for you?” As soon as he uttered the words another part of him, the part of him that still lingered from that day, came back to him.

‘How dare you speak like that to the man who saved your life...’

[poisonstype]

@roseharted​ --- another angst moment.

“ya i’m terrified, rose.” he admits softly as he sits across from him. “comin’ out to the world as yer partner sounds scary as fuck! especially with the tabloids messin’ with ya right now with everything going on. i --- i don’t wanna risk my chance at becomin’ a gym leader.”

[poisonstype]

@roseharted​ --- it be sad moments.

“ya --- ya want me to go with ya?” he whispers softly, looking away. his heart aching as he finally looks at him. “kill him? kill da kid who defeated ya and for good reason? rose --- ya almost cause an apocalypse! for the sake of galar, but by arceus --- ya could’ve destroyed this region and the world!”

his heart aches more as he avoids rose’s gaze. “turnin’ yerself in...helps a lot, but i don’t know if forgivin’ ya will happen soon.”

[poisonstype]

@roseharted​ --  [ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

soft purple eyes blink up at him as he felt the soft lips touch his. cheeks blooming with color as he gave the man a soft smile. a smile that isn’t seen much, but cherished nonetheless. fionn placed a hand on the stubble’d cheek and laughs softly. “watch me, i will show you that i will be the best that ever was. this isn’t goodbye, not yet.”