I honestly forgot I made this blog; so I’ve built up kind of a backlog of stuff to post here. This blog is mostly just an archive for myself, but some of the pieces require further exposition (mostly in case I forget the context myself, which has happened before), so... The following takes place in an AU where the confrontation with Lusamine in Sun and Moon was more direct and the consequences more dire. Different series will have different tags from this point on so I can group them together more easily.
It’s four in the morning, the day after what’s been dubbed (at least within the Aether Foundation) the Ultra Space Incident. Luna is seated at the kitchen table with a bowl of cookie dough ice cream coated thoroughly in chocolate syrup, staring silently at the wall.
“Maybe you should eat something else…?” Sol ventures. He’s already searching the pantry when she glances at him.
“Maybe you should shut up and mind your own damn business,” she mutters, but the usual fight is gone from her voice tonight. She’s tired, more emotionally than physically, but she doesn’t want to be. “...You know I never wanted any of this, right?”
He manages a wry smile. “Yeah. You’ve made it kind of hard to miss.”
“I… I think I killed her.”
The metal pan in his hand drops to the floor. “I… What?”
“Lusamine. I think I killed her.”
A few moments later, the seat on the other side of the table isn’t empty; and she’s staring at her brother instead of the wall. He’s clearly concerned, because he’s the kind of person that worries. She looks away, unable to take it.
“What happened out there?”
Arceus above, he sounds so concerned and so calm at the same time. He knows when he needs to be nice, and she hates it.
(She hates it because she knows she needs it.)
“She was… She was trying to hurt us. I was defending myself, but nothing would stick… And I think that eventually it was too much. I went too far, I...”
She recounts her newfound darkest secret in all its gory detail, because even as she swears she’ll take it to her grave she can’t keep it completely to herself.
(He’s always been the more trustworthy one between the two of them, anyway.)
A plate slides in front of her, replacing the long-empty ice cream bowl, and she realizes he’s been cooking the whole time. She’s pretty sure she recognizes it. Kind of. “Curry?”
He grins, always happy to talk about his cooking. “A sort of spicy apple curry. Apparently it’s quite popular in Galar these days.”
“Sounds like a weird combination,” she muses, prodding at what she now knows to be an apple slice with her spoon. It can’t hurt to try it, anyway. “...Not bad.”
“It turned out alright,” he shrugs, but he’s smiling all the same.
(They don’t talk about Lusamine again that night.)
