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(( My muse is a little dead at the moment and I'm trying to look for jobs right now. I'm going to go on a short hiatus and hope stuff picks back up soon. I have a good portion of a major plot planned out as well as a few replies, but my mind hasn't really been receptive to getting it out between everything. ))
(( The no-image thing is just temporarily. I just need to get back into the funk of things is all. Sorry bout that. ))
The large wraith’s red eye lits up at the sight of the stack of books the other Pokémon kept himself, immediately perking up with interest at his words. Out of all possible uses he’d have figured for that satchel, he wouldn’t have thought of another giving it that use, at least, not a Darkrai; which was strange, because it just made sense. The discovery made him giddy, much to his chagrin while attempting to look dignified.
Darius bowed his head in silent agreement at his last statement, the crimson will-o-wisp still kept on the other’s open journal. “It’s not often that I meet somebody who understands. Memories are a precious thing, and with my scrambled mind, written form is the only way I am able to keep them clean and tidy… Nevermind it being my sole vehicle of expression I can access regularly. Pages might not talk back, but it’s better than talking to myself.” He gave a short chuckle at the thought, shaking his head.
His attention enraptured by the Dark type’s writing, he hovered over to lean down and take a closer look at the contents of the page, only to realize his rude behavior a few seconds later. He bashfully backed off with another polite nod, floating a certain distance away, what he guessed would be comfortable personal space. After all, the other had never specified that he was allowed to look. Unfortunately, the Darkrai had decided he was being rude as well.
"No! It… is fine." Darius hung the words, the black gap of his eye shutting for one moment. "You can keep writing, if you so wish. I don’t mind."
He rolled a shoulder. “It is fine as well. I’m not really in any hurry, but I assumed that perhaps you would have another task or bussiness to attend to, and did not want to be a bother. I don’t start my actual… ‘job’ until the sky is fully dark.”
Thanatos winced back slightly at the ghost’s objection, but nodded in understanding as he elaborated, blinking at him with a sense of fascination and awe.
“No no, I’m sorry. It’s a bad habit I have to break. I shouldn’t really have been doing so to begin with.” He laughs somewhat nervously, but shrugs it off. He would feel somewhat awkward continuing what he had been doing after being given permission to do so once more.
He found himself surprised by the man’s words as he was intrigued by them. “I must confess really, it’s rather…odd to find someone who knows where I’m coming from. Not to say it’s unwelcome, not at all. It’s just comforting, I suppose. Uh…”
He blinks and scratches the back of his head. It was rather odd for Pokémon to keep a journal in his experience, but he supposed nothing was impossible. After all, he had been doing so himself. It wasn’t uncommon for anyone to really keep a written indication of something, just unexpected to see done out of habit. There was something vaguely human about the activity itself that sparked something dormant within him, and he inadvertently found himself staring at the ghost’s book once more before shaking himself aware.
“I’m not really doing anything until the night darkens, so you’re more than welcome to stay until then, if you wish.” He looks at him thoughtfully for a moment in the eye, internally regarding what may have been interest from the other being before his hand averts back to his satchel, pulling the same book out that he had been writing in and presents it outward.
“Here. You can look, if you’d like. I just figured…” He pauses momentarily. Would he be able to read it? He had heard about ghosts before through stories, that some of them were products of a past life of human or Pokémon either. The thought hadn’t occurred to him until he pondered how formal the ethereal man was being.
“…That it might not be of interest. I guess I should take my own advice somewhere along the line.” He laughs. He wasn’t lying, but he technically wasn’t being truthful either. Aside from fretting over his own behavior earlier, outright asking whether or not he could read the content could have been seen as invasive. If it came to it, the subject could come up on a case-by-case basis, he figured.
“Besides, some memories are best when shared, and if we both don’t have the opportunity often, now seems like a good place to remedy the situation.” He warmly smiled at the other as he extended his other hand to him. “The locals here call me Thanatos. I…should have asked this first, really, but it appears as though I got ahead of myself once again. Might I know your name?”
Faleen gives him a small smile before taking a cup off of the platter. She gives a small sniff at the sap and then frowns. These cups were a bit smaller then what she was used to back at home. More then anything these were made for human hands, no Darkrai hands. She gives a small gulp and looks from the cup back to him then to the cup.
She pauses for a few moments then leans down. She flicks out her tongue rapidly and began to lap up the sweet liquid. She gives a small gulp as she swallows her first mouth full. The sap burned down her throat causing her to swallow but more then anything the sweet flavor made her taste buds sing. She gives a small gasp of shock and then licks her lips before going back to lapping up the sap again.
She began to surprisingly purr now. It was delightfully sweet, sticky, and warm. She stops lapping for a moment and licks her jaws with a giggle. “It’s glorious!” She chirps happily as her tail untwins from her waist and begins to flick from side to side. “Absolutely glorious!”
As Thanatos reached for his own cup, he could not stop the color rushing to his face as he watched her giggle in delight. Never had he seen such an excitable reaction elicited from another drinking the sap before. It was almost revitalizing in its own sense.
“…Really? I’m glad to hear that.” He smiles at her somewhat warmly as he places the tray down atop the record player. If the books on the floor were any indication on their own, his organization skills were evidentially rather sub par.
He opens his mouth and tilts his cup upward to let the liquid trickle down his throat, the sickly-sweet flavor an odd contrast to what he was normally adjusted to, but not unwelcome. Setting the cup back down to chest level, he blinks at her as his tail swishes lightly against the wooden floor. “The tree itself only produces viable sap for about a month every year, so I suppose that it’s good that you arrived when you did.”
The Dusknoir lowered his head, bowing faintly in response to the Dark type’s explanation. While he did not completely understand the reasonings behind his choice to remain in this area, his word selection told him that he’d been living here for quite a long time: If by now he was still healthy and unwilling to leave, he was perfectly fine where he was. Opting to mention the mysterious injuries made his eyeridge rise, but… if the Darkrai didn’t wish to speak the truth, it was not his task to pry. Not anymore.
"I see. I shall bother you no more." He partly turned around, an arm resting on the leather strap wrapped over his body, when the other Pokémon spoke up. Darius followed the gaze of the Darkrai, before his hand unwittingly went to the book.
"This? Ahh…" His other hand went to the back of his head, faintly pulling from his hood. "It’s a journal, actually… nothing interesting."
Seeing as the dark being had already noticed it, he mentally sighed, opening a random page and producing a pencil from it’s back. Keeping an intimidating appearance was hard when every single detail about him that was brought to attention made him want to apologize for the indiscretion.
"I know it’s silly, but it helps me cope with the loneliness." He added, this time more meekly before starting to tuck it back.
Thanatos looks at him in both fascination and empathy. He silently wonders what sort of experiences might have detailed the parchment of the black book, but his thoughts are distracted by the man’s last sentence.
“I respectfully disagree.” He shakes his head and shifts his shoulder slightly before moving his satchel to the front of his body, opening the pouch to reveal several books—and only books--contained on the inside. He withdraws one of them somewhat tentatively and plucks a pen from behind the binding, opening the cover to a random page to mimic the ghost-type’s prior demonstration.
“I use several for the same purpose. It isn’t silly.” He looks downward at the page somewhat sentimentally as he keeps his pen hovering above the paper.
“Everything you write is a small extension of yourself, in a way. Both your experiences and things you would like to experience. Your good happenings, and bad ones…I would hardly say that is nothing interesting.” He turns a few pages until he reaches a blank one, visibly donning the date in plain English on the parchment if one were to closely inspect his scrawling.
“The pages will listen when there is nobody else to speak your mind to. In loneliness, you give them the privilege of letting them know you exist, and by extension, you give that same feeling to yourself. It’s a comfort, if a small one.” His eye stays fixated on the page as he continues writing, pausing for a long moment only to stop and realize he had not been keeping eye contact.
He immediately tucks the pen behind the cover and shuts the book closed, placing it promptly back in his satchel as he looks back up at the wispy-hooded-ghost…person. It occurred to him that he had no idea what kind of Pokémon this was, let alone the man’s name.
“Oh…ah, I think you mentioned wanting to leave; I apologize for keeping you. I tend to ramble too much when others grace their presence to me.”
Faleen’s tail tip twitches at this and she quickly shakes her head at him. “No, no. Please don’t do that on my behalf. I can drink some when I return to my hollow.” She allows her hands fall back to her side and she looks at him with a slightly nervous smile. She was picking up on his feels in some sort of way. She tightens her tail hard around her body making it squeeze in.
She was trying to make herself smaller looking and less intimidating. It didn’t really work at all but it was worth a try. She folds her hands in front of herself and gives a small cough. “I never had tree sap to tell the truth. None of the trees where I live give sap that is edible.” She looks away trying to hide her nervous gaze now. "So I guess this would a good time to try some huh?"
She didn’t normally get nervous around others. But she figured she was making herself nervous now. She twitches her tail tip again and then looks back at him. “Erm… If that’s okay with you.”
He scratches the back of his head somewhat meekly, attempting to lighten his gaze as he moves his arm back to his side and nods at her, making a quick mental note of her shrinking appearance. Was he being intimidating or overbearing? He couldn’t quite figure out what was making the girl unsettled.
“I…alright, if that is fine with you.” He says, putting his hand up to his chin as his tail swishes lightly against the floor. “I suppose I’ll just have to prepare better for whenever I am next in company. It’s a lesson to be learned.”
He tries to laugh to lighten the mood and loosens his posture slightly in attempt to make himself appear less threatening to Faleen, as something was obviously making her uneasy by her somewhat passive demeanor. “Uh…I’ll be right back, one moment.”
Thanatos swivels around on one leg, almost tripping over the pile of books as his leg hits the pile before he regains his footing. He arcs himself forward towards the small hollow and opens the trapdoor in the crawlspace before misplacing his step down and falling down the shaft. There is a small thud and an assurance of ‘I’m alright' is heard from below the expanse.
He then returns several minutes later, a small platter in hand with two cups as he expertly dodges the pile of books on the floor, squinting at them briefly before extending the plate towards Faleen.
“…Sorry for the wait. It may be slightly hot; heating the sap allows it to have a much more thin texture and easier for consumption. I hope that's okay.”
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5:53am, Tuesday; I need to write this down quickly before it fades. The same motives as experienced in the last dream sequence with tiny differentiating factors were present. Partially lucid? I did not realize it was a dream at first, but it was a rather vivid experience. Maybe lucid isn’t the right word to use here.
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Thanatos looks off to the side, his drooping eye lighting up just the slightest upon noticing a rectangular object at the ghost’s hip. “…Is that a book you're carrying?"
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Faleen’s tail tail twitches and then she floats back away from him. She wasn’t really expecting him to do that to what he had written down. Further more he didn’t even argue with her, which she found even more surprising. She cocks her head to the side and then crosses her arms over her chest with a small frown. “I didn’t really say to blotch it out… I’m sorry if you misunderstood me.”
She narrows her single, visible eye for a moment then leans forward. She takes a small sniff before quickly moving back. The scent glands on her nose burned with the smell of ink. She rubs the space where her scent glands were, which were precisely on the center of her face. ‘Since when were pokemon even able to obtain ink?’ She mentally face palms and then relaxes herself. Octillary would hold such ink in their bodies of course.
She quickly snaps herself out of her thoughts when she realizes that she hadn’t been talking to him for the last three minutes. She gives a nervous smile at him and then scratches the back of her head. “I prefer water lilly tea… But sap is just fine.” She pauses for a few moments more before flicking her wisp-like tail over her waist.
“Also there is no need to call me ‘miss’. Everyone, whether acquaintance or friend, just call me Faleen. So don’t feel the need to call me miss at all.” She scratches the back of her head with a claw and tightens the grip of her tail around her waist. "Anyway Miss is too formal to me. I’m not really such a high classed person."
“Well…you didn’t say not to, either.” He laughs somewhat nervously as he closes the book and promptly places it back in his satchel along with the pen, silently fretting over her body language and long pauses between speaking. He was quite certain he was doing something wrong.
He folds his arms behind his back and averts his gaze back to Faleen, still evidentially having trouble comprehending the scope of the situation. He blinks at her as he tries to loosen his expression. “Water lilies grow a few miles to the east of here, as the riverbed provides a much more habitable climate for them to flourish in as opposed to say, here.” He replies, trying to hide his half amused, half curious expression as he watches her tail coil around her torso. “If you prefer, m--Faleen, I could seek them out for you, but I might not return for a few hours.”
★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?
(( ★ - Oddly enough, he is partial to the daytime in comparison to the night. Under constant light, his metabolism might be slower, but he has the the assurance that most individuals are awake and not prone to having their dreams eroded simply by being in close proximity to him. ))
(( ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ))
(( (Hi there!)☼ - Thanatos often relies on distracting himself constantly to keep himself happy, and as such, he finds himself attaching himself to mundane objects that may have elicited something positive out of him in the past, or keeping certain memories afloat by recycling them into his daily life. For example, if he experienced bliss in a certain event that affected him, he may incorporate the general emotion he had experienced into his writing, or find himself trying to replicate the conditions that may have invoked them at the time. The fact that he is stuck in this process is one of the many reasons he has difficulty leaving the general area.
As for individuals, if any are willing to entertain his presence without ill intent, he often finds himself fascinated by the minor things that may encompass their life and hearing them speak of it. He is a willing listener not only out of politeness, but also the fact that he finds himself trying to live through their experiences. ))
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(( ❄ - His favorite season would have to be spring, as the most influx of life in both active and passive forms are present throughout the season. Watching individuals prosper and communicate as well as observing the sprouting plant-life give him a sense of inner solace that is not present within the winter months. He also regards it as something poetic; that life is cyclic and will continue to thrive even when enduring the most harsh of conditions.
☺ - He has no real preference, but he is more accustomed to eating sour things over sweet ones, as he mostly scavenges off of dead crops. ))
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♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ - Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?
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