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“Hey, this isn’t funny!  If you’re just messing with me, then you can bugger off!”

[swordbond-a]

icb gloria killed a man @shieldbond​

[moonblcst]

Soft light fluttered in from the nearby window, cast upon the pale features of Ballonlea’s gym leader, once fair skin bruised and bandaged in various places, his torn clothing from the previous night folded neatly in the chair beside his hospital bed, instead adorning typical patient attire.  Slowly, Prism stirred from that slumber, brows furrowed while his mind was riddled with those wails from Glimwood the night prior.

Alive, that forest was alive and tried to take him, almost assimilate him.

Lavender eyes shot open as his ear rung with the lingering shrieks of his nightmares, gasping as if the successor had been holding his breath all that time.  He stared at the stark white ceiling, counting the tiles a moment to ground himself back to reality; slowly, ever so, the surrounding area focusing.

Wyndon hopsital.  Prism knew the location all too well, usually arriving for visits to the local children even when he was still living with Chairman Rose.

Wait, if he was here...Gloria―!!

The boy shot up in his bed, heart monitor beating quicker for a moment before a sharp pain hit him, causing the leader to choke out a cry of pain and collapse back against the bed once more, arms wrapped around his midsection.  Heavy, shaking breaths were all he could manage, the ache in his chest and sides near overpowering while hot tears pricked the corners of Prism’s eyes.

Lucky he was that a nurse had been passing in the hallway, quickly coming to his side to assess the younger’s condition.

Faint poisoning, three broken ribs, bruising and lacerations around the wrists, as well as traces of plant matter beneath the skin.

He didn’t care.  Nothing mattered to him at the moment but where Gloria was, apologizing for interrupting the nurse to ask just as such.  Her expression turned a bit grim..stepping to the side to push back the curtain separating the two beds.  There the Champion lie, hooked to several machines to ensure all her vitals were on screen and kept going.  Gloria’s breath was shallow behind the oxygen mask, skin pale with a faint cold sweat.

Without thinking, Prism began to rise from his bed again trying to get out, despite the sharp pains coursing through, his eyes were wide, trying to reach her, no matter how much the nurse and a few other doctors tried to hold him back.

“No, this can’t be real, I need to-please, Gloria-wake up!”

“Mr. Vidal, I’m sorry-she’s in critical condition at the moment under the effects of poisoning.  We’re doing all we can, but right now..she’s fighting it to the best of her ability.  Normally we would have an anti venom ready, but of course, we weren’t exactly prepared for poison from...Eternatus.”

No, no no no.  This...this was his fault.  If he had stayed put in Ballonlea, this wouldn’t have happened.  His chest ached from more than the broken bones, once proud form crumbling down to lean over the arm of his bed and give a loud, choked sob.  Prism hated crying in front of people, he hated showing weakness to strangers, even friends.  But right now, all he could do was cry, appearances be damned.

—

The cool down took time, Prism eventually granted his wish to at least be able to hold her hand despite the doctors not wanting him out of bed.  Instead, they settled to have the two pressed together, a small gap for the curtain between.  His fingers laced with hers, still feeling a bit of warmth and her steady pulse gave the leader a bit of hope that she would wake up, that this was all just a bad dream in the end.

Perhaps..in due time.

[swordbond-a]

“FUCKIN ‘ELL GLORIA DON’ START FIGHTIN THIS LATE!!”

[swordbond-a]

Victor had heard the commotion going on in Ballonlea, that natural urge to help sparking within him, yet he knew deep down that his mother would forbid it.  Even with the events within Hammerlocke so long ago and the battle with Eternatus...he was still treated like a child, and obediently, he listened.

She had her best intentions, he knew that, and perhaps it was for the best.  He had always been in Gloria’s shadow anyhow, she would be able to handle it on her own.

Or so he thought.

Your sister is in Wyndon infirmary.  She’s in critical condition..I’m so sorry, Victor.

A numbness took over the smaller’s form as his mother embraced him, hot tears soaking the sleeve of his shirt.  Eyes wide, it felt like he couldn’t move from the spot, he for sure couldn’t speak, still shaken from the abrupt news.  He had just seen Gloria last night..saying their goodnights and goofing off as always.

After consoling his mother, Victor hurried out to Wedgehurst from his home, practically bolting down that dirt road before calling a Corvidknight taxi and explaining the emergency situation, thankful the driver understood well enough to get a quicker trip than usual.  Of course it had been all over the news broadcasts as they landed in Wyndon, something like this wasn’t simply brushed over when it involved the Champion.

Fans were gathered, some leaving gifts and well wishes, tons of cards, balloons, and the usual run down left outside the door while the tv spouted the news report from the waiting room.

Champion Gloria arrived in tow with Ballonlea’s Gym Leader Bede early this morning, approximately 3 AM to Wyndon Hospital.  Both were in critical condition suffering various injuries from unknown sources.  As of right now both are still under and no other information is available, but we keep them in our prayers.

Numb.  Bitter.  His heart ached as it beat quietly in his chest, approaching the room where his sister resided and slowly opening the door.  Brown eyes were glazed over at the scene before him, both Bede and Gloria side by side in their respective beds, hands connected and weakly laced together between.  Slowly, Victor approached his twin, reaching a hand out to brush over her cheek; cold, but just enough warmth to know she was still fighting.

“Glo...what ‘ave you gone and done to yerself?” His voice cracked a bit, tears streaming down the taller’s face while that hand moved down to hold her free hand, gripping it slightly and desperately wishing she would return the motion.

His bag was set aside before Victor pulled up a chair, keeping a gentle hold on her hand and closing his eyes, silently wishing for his other half to fight this, to break through.  He knew she was strong, stronger than most.  She beat the undefeated champion for Arceus sake!

Yet, he couldn’t stop crying.  Like always, he was weak, a crybaby, leaning on his sister for grounding.  The thought of losing her was just too much.

[moonblcst]

shieldbond replied to your post: 

“Firs’ of all, if ye got intae my stash, I’ll kill ye. Bein’ drunk’s the only way I can figure yer bein’ this much of a weapon. Second, by tha’ logic, a calzone is a zipped up sandwich, ye fuck.”

“Yeah?  Fuck?”

[asher-012]

Pupbond / Pupbonded

An attraction label for those who feel as if they bonded due to their love style being similar to how a dog's is. Intended to be platonic but can also be used in romantic context

Shieldbond / Shieldbonded

An attraction label for thosse who feel as if they bonded due to the want to protect the other. Intended to be platonic but also can be used in romantic context