#ultimafleur

[iruludavare]

          «Remarkable... It appears as though the list of that cursed, false king’s victims seems to be ever-growing...»

         «A despicable example of life, indeed.»

[soraozon]

      “ Oh? ”        Lorelei sat with their arms crossed, leaning back somewhat, the fresh air--clear sky--entering their lungs as it always should. Where now, did they sit? Upon the grass to a region that they had yet called their own, one of the domain of life and death--creation and destruction. They did not come by whim of conquer, only to explore, to meet. And what did they end in? With porcelain so delicate in their hand. How, they wondered, had they managed this? A friendship with the one who caused so much demise, a human who managed to conquer gods for his selfish means to revive a friend if only to be abandoned, to wander. Oh then again, where did they sit but the kingdom that same weapon had fired? They remembered, from their solemn seat, the blast as it was sent through their skies, their ozone...Yet so far away and with nothing to do, all they may was to watch. 

      There was a soft click of their tongue to the top of their hard palette, what a strange thing, humanity so similar and yet so different.        “ I may consider thee a friend, in some way, and yet, I still find your words so vibrant, volatile, if I may. ”

      They spoke simply, bringing tea to their lips--to think, the serpent of the sky drinking tea as if all they were was another person, another human among the lands, born from it, raised to it. Had it not been for their height, perhaps they would fool others. The sweet liquid dripped down their throat as they listened to their friend’s response, keen, intently. They would hate to ignore the words of a man of such destruction.

      “ Oh...I’m not one to judge, monsieur. I’ve since forgotten your presence as godly- ”

      He paused. AZ had already become a giant in his form, hair long yet still well kept--he wasn’t sure how long he would keep it that way. How long before one’s rank was lost as time decided to push one down the stairs to their own undoing? Would this immortality ever end, he wondered? Then again, that would imply the punishment of his actions was put to an end, that he may finally be forgiven for what he had done. No, hardly so--for even in the legendary before him, did he see daggers in those topaz eyes. Humanity in all it’s strife, to humanize gods was in his will--he had, and would continue.

      “ -La couronne du dieu du ciel tombe aussi vite qu'elle est jurée. Tout comme j'ai détrôné la vie, je me demande si je pourrais vous? No... ”

      A low chuckle from the old king--old, he was older than that, how humans only take into account their age as long as they are aware is possible. But he...an impossibility. Was he even human anymore?

      “ Yes. ”

      The serpent eyes narrowed at he, their gaze sharp and briefly as volatile as the words of a still yet restrained king. They lowered such well made porcelain, sat upon the ground so simply.

      “ You have yet to find your sorrow a resting place, AZ. Nor your brewing rage. Do not let it be lost from your hands. ”

      A threat, perhaps. Their words keen as they turned their head completely to face him. What a pathetic man he looked, with a smile over his space despite the damage still cast over his skin. They wondered how much he may age within the century--then the millennia. Humanity, how it was no made for such things. They so despised it, and yet here they were, here they sat indulging it.

      “ Ma peine est perdue, ma rage grandit. Cela cessera une fois de plus. ”

      Another chuckle from the king as he spoke, taking a long drink.

      “ You’re lecturing me, an old man, while you waltz off from your sky? What if an invader comes. Envahisseur du ciel, ils viennent! ”

      How he still had life in his voice, excitement still capable. AZ could feel his emotions being eaten away with time. Take advantage of it, take it and express it while it is still true. Even if those words he spoke earned him a glare and a sneer, followed by a huff from the serpent of the sky. Who was he to call them a god? When he was one who had harnessed the power of life and destruction itself? He was above it now.

      “ Your thoughts, how I hope they change with time. ”

      Lorelei sighed, the human guise flickering, the beast of the sky so seen as to one who squinted too close. 

      “ Then you might be more tolerable, less taunting of those that keep your world so stable. ”

      “ ‘Your’? Mine? But what if yours? Il nous appartient à tous. My friend. ”

      AZ’s words rung in their ears. What a hopeless thing, humanity was. They shook their head then rolled those topaz eyes. They supposed...He wasn’t incorrect.

      “ May we drink again, not too long from now, perhaps in a different place. You still have your dear friend to find, to wander, to seek. Do not forget. ”

[floange]

@ultimafleur. / starter call.

❛ ... rurukyu ?? ❜

her voice is trembling , eyes watering on the mere sight of him. he's so much older than she remembered , floette's heart aches. she looks up from her place in his palms , tiny hands gripping her flower's stem tightly. she dared not to hope. after so long , 3,000 long & lonely years , floette couldn't stand to get her hopes up.

is it you ??

❛ kyuru ... ❜

hesitantly , her tiny hand is placed on his before she floats up , her expression turning bright as she meets his eyes. the tears spill over her cheeks despite the smile she wears now.

❛ kyururu !! ❜

it's really you !!

[dreamdisk]

fun facts that stick in my brain: AZ mined terapagos's shell for the material that would be used to make the ultimate weapon. however, this mining resulted in many scattered shards, these shards would grow and become glimmet and glimmora.

[floaroanemoia]

The little fae's flower twirled in front of the her, as if to hide and the approach.

( ultimafleur )

@ultimafleur

     This creature is no pokemon found in Hisui—or, at least, not anymore; not for a long time. The latter,  piece of information that alludes Sarana, yet the sentiment is all the same. This tiny being, holding in her grasp a flower larger than herself, has come all this way. Traversed the seas, avoided danger, just to visit this land. Moreover, here she is, twirling about before the medium’s own eyes, attempting to hide behind the twirl of that plucked piece of flora. Surely, it must know that it is an attempt in vain. Could it be some playful? The way that all of this species greet other beings? Or is she perhaps a shy sort, creating a barrier so that the pokemon might feel a little more at east with the idea of interacting with a human?

     Whatever the reason, a hand covered in floral lace moves to cradle the woman’s chin, one finger tapping against the flesh of her cheek in a rhythmic fashion.

          “My, I wonder what this very inconspicuously spinning flower could be hiding…”

     Sarana muses, voice rising and falling in a melodious, if not playful tone. There would be no point in demanding the pokemon to show herself, nor convince her to drop the flower and do so. No, if it wishes to interact with her properly, it must be by the creature’s own volition. Her own choice, made without external stresses or pressure.

          “But what a beautiful one it is, indeed. Hardly anything like I have seen. I am certain what is concealing themselves must be equally as remarkable, don’t you think?”

[iruludavare]

The little fae giggled then pointed her flower towards the air, a glistening glow emitting from it's center then spreading across the air like stars amidst the blackened sky.

( ultimfleur )

@ultimafleur

     It is nights like these that Serena tries to commit to memory. The stillness of air embraced by a veil of darkness, stars faintly shimmering off in the distance as though throwing back their smiles not unlike how a parent might from behind polished glass, giggles of her own and trills from the fairy-type echoing into the distance despite the sounds being meant for none other than themselves. A common language need not be determined; not between two beings of similar fates, separated by thousands of years in instance. They are living proof of a cycle—of humankind’s mistakes; the result of desperation and greed; given so much only after everything was just as forcefully taken away. To say that Serena adores these quiet nights in Floette’s presence would be an understatement. And perhaps, in the depths of her mind, wisps of comfort form from hazy memories of joining the fae in the meadow of her hometown—the familiarity of time spent with a previously mysterious figure now made known and dear to the heroine’s heart.

     When the fairy-type takes to the skies, glowing and wonderful, to put on the tiniest of shows, the light itself is one Serena can pinpoint without question. The sort seen radiating from her own form on its own, when in the presence of stones cursed with similar energy. Soft and glittering, as though the stars themselves had formed the light and was, in its natural state, part of all beings—living or dead. Beautiful but burdened with melancholy. The energy of Xerneas and Yveltal both—is that not its origin? A mixture of deities with domain over such a cycle, but exposed to latter’s gift against all parties’ wills. And as it lifts into the sky, she can see it returning to the cosmos, pinkish hues barely noticeable amongst pristine whites and glacial cyan.

     They fit among the stars, the constellations. Of her ancestors and ancient heroes, immortalised in the night sky for all to see. And she recalls tales passed down through generations of origins that were given their name from the heavens and skies above. Her blood celestial, and Floette’s primordial, but both blessed by the Gods above. She wonders, would their stories be accepted by those who placed others, humans and pokemon alike, in the night sky? Has their suffering been strong enough; their will befitting that of ancient stories? Or would both be rejected, for living and dying by the hands of those who tried to play god, serving a purpose in the present, on the earth, than in the heavens?

     Oh, but has Xerneas not said before that they are both as beautiful as those stars she envies?

     A smile tugs on the corners of her lips, gentle and joyed. How easily entertained they are, by seeing one another turn their curses into fleeting moments of happiness. Truly, if one were to say their roles now have shifted to guiding others to the light—to healing, to bettering the world, to preventing future tragedy by embodying hope—, those also privy to the scene would not object. Maybe that is why the starlight she feels upon her skin feel akin to warm, reassuring hands supporting her form, as opposed to sharpened strings forcing the young woman to stay standing. Slate blue eyes flicker from Floette to the night sky once more. Would they be entertained by the display, too? Feeling triumph in how they refuse to succumb to despair?

     Regardless, one thought gnaws at the back of her mind—a single, troublesome statement capable of sowing the seeds of dread in the young woman’s heart:

     Even if it did, they will never be part of it.

[skullkxd]

@ultimafleur said:

Floette twirled around Ree, smiling all the while, a skip to her steps across the air.

— oh! They know this Pokémon. It’s the evolution of Flabebe. The child reaches out a hand, offering a palm for her to rest in.

“you’re a long way from the flowers … are you tired? You gotta be. D’ya need sugar water, or…?”

[skullkxd]

☕ - ultimafleur

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes. (Accepting)

@ultimafleur

The drink looks inviting, and the liquid warms your hands through the cup, heat seeping into your fingers pads.

but the first sip is startlingly bitter. You continue to drink despite it, and the bitterness does quickly fade, but the hint of that first swallow rests on your tongue. Strong emotions are elicited from this cup. You finish the drink and hold it in your grip.

all in all, this drink is good for you… you think.