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“ Right, and some of their ilk can't transform at all. Kind of like ditto that can't replicate certain things. ”
Not to mention that zorua and zoroark weren't common around Agaritase, at the very least. There was no way they'd get to see another one unless somebody brought it in or Mircea went out. And – well, he wasn't exactly the type of trainer that liked dealing with battles, now was he? That was why he had the cafe and the daycare, after all. All she could do was offer her own thoughts, but then that crossed back into talking as a professor. And she'd wanted to just be Cereza here.
Her brow furrows as he continues to speak and she leans down to rest her forehead against Papanași's for a moment. There are so many different things that go through her mind on a daily basis. So many struggles that she feels it better to just keep to herself. For all that she loves and adores Mircea, shouldn't her issues be her own? He isn't meant to carry all the burden that comes with leading a Founding Family, after all. He was Mircea. And she loved that for him. The simple and easy life – nothing like her own. Yet, he wants to help her with that weight. Something about it still feels selfish to her.
“ I just don't know. Everything feels like it's piling up and up. These are responsibilites that were left to me, you know? I don't want to feel like I'm burdening you with them. ”
Oh. So that was the issue bothering her. Thankfully one he understood due to countless talks with his sister. It was a feeling of selfishness, like it was something she must shoulder herself.
❝A burden shared is no burden at all.❞
Shaking his head softly, near white locks falling forward as a hand is brought up to brush them back as he turns to face his partner. Free hand offered in hopes of offering reassurance.
❝You are my partner, not in words alone. We will be bound together for the rest of eternity someday soon, if you can't share your burden with me then who can you trust to help carry it with you ? I wish to understand as I told you, just as you listen to me with my struggles. Different as they may be.❞
“ Then why ask that? ”
Maybe she shouldn't complaining in the first place. Things were great by all accounts, but there was still so much she bore on her shoulders. This was one of the few places she felt like she could just exist. Suppose she should at least acknowledge that he was trying to be understanding. It must be hard, though.. having a fiance that always had something going on. She rubs at the back of her neck and looks away from him. Pokemon really were easier than people. Sometimes it felt like a miracle that they'd even started dating, let alone planned to get married like they were.
She shifts her weight slightly, reaching her hands up for her Goodra to come down and rest his head in her lap. It's more comfortable for her this way – to be so close to the creatures that served as her longest companions.
“ That's good at least… that he's getting closer to other Pokemon, I mean. ”
Absently, she gives strokes to her partner's head, looking out the window towards where the Wytchwood towers in the distance as it always has. Easier to be out there than anywhere else, she thinks.
“ Well, zorua are distinct in their abilities anyway. I don't know a single other creature that could perform the way that they do. And it's not like we've ever really seen another Pokemon like him before… adjusting will take time. Maybe – at some point he'll feel comfortable enough to. But it's also okay if he doesn't. ”
❝Only him and Gol.❞
Maybe that was part of it. Maybe he was just lonely, being one of the only two here, never seeing anyone else like yourself, that had to be a bit of a weight. It's difficult being different, he would know. For so long he was the ghost child, never Mircea- only a reincarnation of the widow. And when that thought changed as he grew older, what was left to him ? Finding one's self and still trying to have a place in the world that wanted you to be one thing so badly was extremely difficult. He still had issues trying to do just that ! Case in point his difficulties speaking to people.
The thought alone, that one of his own he cared for so much might be going through the exact same struggle he had gone through, and still continued to go through to this day, was enough to make his eyes begin to sting. Trying to pass off a sniffle as only a passing itch of his nose as he watched the little one sleep. Another reason to not try and avoid the subject even if it was upsetting to her, or both of them maybe.
❝I asked because I want to better understand. Not because I wasn't listening to you. We live two very different lives, I don't have the same weight upon my shoulders as you carry, I can't understand it as you do- but I want to try, so I ask. I can only understand through you, only try to shoulder it with you through you. I might sound insensitve, or dismissive, but it's not out of malice.❞
“ You clearly weren't listening to me complain. ”
Not that she regretted anything she did! She loved her work and what she got to do now. Sometimes it just felt too easy to sink into that title and stop being… Cereza.
“ Mm… yeah, go ahead and tell me then. ”
Mircea was trying at the very least. That said something. Whether he got it in one or took the time – at least he was making the effort to see where she was coming from. Why it would be tiring. Why after so long living the way she had - she feared that she may lose herself just as soon as she'd found who she was again. That thought… it terrified her actually.
“ I'm all ears. ”
❝I was.❞
What about his words meant he wasn't listening ? Was he not just offering reassurance, and words showing that he could sympathize ? Suppose that was one of the difficulties with speaking to people instead of pokémon, they could always take it how they wanted to hear it. Violeta was always better with this side of things, always better at understanding people, shame she couldn't leave bed let alone mediate his interactions with other people.
A long deep breath through his nose before he sighs, planting both of his hands on the counter to lean upon. Really it felt like now there was a new hurdle to overcome, how to better say the things on his mind. He had said not as a professor, but another person…
❝He's becoming closer to Gol, if he isn't glued to my hip,❞
A drifting glance to the sleeping zorua behind the counter.
❝then he's trying to imitate Gol. Such is what I wanted, easier to learn from one of your own kind than a human, but I don't see him having the same skill as his “brother”. He's far too timid to venture out, but I think that's for the best.❞
❝This is no dream, nor illusion, you're seeing correctly.❞
A reassurance it seemed like he was giving more frequently these days ! Suppose that was a good thing ? Meant there were more people visiting their home, but having to explain so frequently that not every part of the wood was trying to swallow them whole was rather difficult… Customs must be so different outside if they still felt a tinge of fear despite his words.
❝Bună dimineața.❞
A greeting given with a slight bow, even if the daylight could barely be seen through the dense clouds and branches blocking it's rays. A soft whistle to get his offending “child” away, a hand ruffling his fur.
❝Gol will not bother you, that I promise. Though this is a daycare, if you would like, you could come inside if you need a break from the woods and their tricks.❞
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ten favorite characters from ten different fandoms. in no specific order
Lestat 🧍♂️, Interview with The Vampire.
Vincent Valentine, Final Fantasy 7.
Alistair Theirin, Dragon Age.
Kerry Eurodyne, and Johnny Silverhand, they're tied so they have to be written as a duo on a list, Cyberpunk 2077.
James Sunderland 🧍♂️x2, Silent Hill 2.
Sebastian Castellanos, The Evil Within.
Dante Sparda, Devil May Cry.
Leon S. Kennedy, but specifically the original and the cgi movies Leon, Resident Evil.
Dion Lesage, Final Fantasy 16.
Anaxa, Honkai Star Rail.
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𝔲𝔦𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔢
Upon your threshold does it stand, in every nook conspire, that you may whisper hand in hand your tale of heart’s aspire. 'Til fades the very earth and sky, your heart completely broken, and all the world hangs on a sigh, a word but partly spoken.
“ Well stop being formal. I'm going to be your wife, y'know! And what'll you do then, hm? Call me Champion all the time? ”
She hadn't been old enough to remember just what her parents interactions together had been. She'd always thought that they were in love as everyone did their parents. Thought that her father hung the moon for her mother – looking back on it, though… maybe that wasn't the case. If they had children, she wanted them to see that, though. To see it and have it be true.
Still, her arms cross over her chest as she thinks of what he's saying. her head cants this way and that and she seems like she's pouting almost. To the rest of their people, that was true. Champion first - Professor when they needed it. It would only ever be Mircea and even her Pokemon who saw her as anything else. Anybody else for that matter. Suppose that part would still take some getting used to. The being somebody important part. Even if being a Dragos meant she always had been… now she actually was. Something about that really terrified her.
“ And I love that. I'd take being iubirea ta eternă over anything else. ”
She reaches for the plate once it's set down and begins distributing the halves to each of her Pokemon. They all seem so eager in the treats being handed out, too. A few run to their designated corners and the rest simply stay their happily. It's rather cute – funny even – to see their individual personalities still shining through. How lucky she feels, actually. To have built herself a family from the dust of another. At least – she felt she had someone she belonged now.
“ I think… it just gets a bit overwhelming sometimes, you know? I never expected to become the Champion when I came back. I just wanted to come home. And now I'm not just Lady Dragos, but Champion. Professor. I feel like I'm stacking titles on titles every day! ”
❝Is that so bad ?❞
A true question, overwhelming at time, but a great show of one's accomplishments !
❝Though I see what you mean, I can understand how having so many hats to wear might become burdensome feeling. It's not something I can truly, and fully, relate to bearing no titles of my own, but I sympathize as best as I can.❞
He only wore the two hats himself, daycare owner, and cafe owner. Two jobs with little importance comparatively ! But two jobs he did love dearly, surely it was the same ?
❝But, if you wish to speak on something else, an escape from the weight, then should I tell you of sumbru's progress ? Not as a professor, but from one person to another.❞
“ Well – then we'll give everyone another half! Even if there's just a half left over after all's said and done. ”
Cereza leans her head back with a soft groan. She imagines for people with just six, that this decision must be much easier. And here she is with twelve of them – two who require a much larger deit given what they are and where they're from. Other people who aren't dating an amazing chef like Mircea must suffer even worse! They couldn't just bat their lashes at their fiance and beg for him to help with take care of things like this. Though – she's certainly turning red at that last sentence, one of her hands reaching out to shove at him.
“ You're going to embarrass me! Need I remind you that I'm your very pretty wife-to-be before I'm the Champion? And – if nothing else, I'd rather just be ‘Professor’ before being addressed as Champion all the time! I don't know how my mother did it, honestly. It feels too stuffy. ”
❝Formality tends to do so.❞
Not that he knew personally how it felt, not when he was always just called by his name, but it was easy to see how it could cause a sense of losing one's self from observing his father alone. Always doctor Văduva, or doctor Dorin, never just Dorin. Maybe that's why he always seemed to light up when he got home, where he was just papa, or darling. Would it be the same if he switched to terms of endearment instead of her name when he returned home first ? Or would it be an awkward change.
Something he might try out if he remembered next time he returned first. Quietly humming as he rounded back behind the counter to get the rest of the platter. Did this count as caving when he made it her choice ? Well, either way it still made him happy to see his work met with excitement from the others. Placing it down close to her as he cuts the remaining ones into halves.
❝I'm sure you'll come to adjust to it, hopefully when that time comes it'll feel less stuffy, but I wouldn't expect it to change drastically. To everyone you are champion, or professor second, but to me you will always just be inima mea.❞
Pushing the platter closer as he finishes, words getting just a bit louder as he steps into the back to wash off the knife. Tone shifting into something sweeter but a bit joking as he emphasizes his “view”. Slotting the knife back into a rack to dry as he comes back.
❝That will never change.❞
He can barely so no to either of them, can't he? Papanași can stare with those wide eyes and it's a gamble as to wether or not either trainer can say anything that would be listened to. If not for the unique conditions of the Wytchwood and the Pokemon with in it, she'd probably be right there with her beloved, discouraging the habit.
“ What about… half of one, then~? The other half can go to one of his siblings, hm? I'd hate for them to keep getting treats and him to sit here jealous, you know. ”
One would think that him being her ‘ace’ tended to go to his head at times. He was a bit pushier than the others - whining when he didn't get his way. They might not believe he had been part of her life for over ten years.
“ Unless you have some other Poketreat in there that he can have which would be better for his diet. ”
❝Well, if I give him half of one then it's unfair to the others if they don't get another half as well. It will always be uneven and unfair.❞
If there were only the two of them, then he might do just that ! But, there wasn't just the two of them. He could certainly make a different treat entirely, the cafe hadn't even technically opened yet, but the wait accompanied by the fact that he'd be making something new just for one of them alone… Well, it just didn't seem very fair in the end at all ! One of the struggles that came with having more than one companion, one he knew well enough from the daycare.
❝The only way I see for it to be fair is if everyone either gets only four, or they get five but no more past. They're not mine so I have no say, it's your choice what you decide on. But if you decide on all get five, then do try to feed them something a bit more bland later on in the day. Before you call me a mother, I know I don't need to tell you, oh grand champion, but the daycare mindset never leaves.❞
“ I don't think you can look at that face and say ‘no’ to him. He's being so polite about it, too. Just a little snack wouldn't hurt, would it~? ”
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A hard bargain for certain ! A trick that worked on him with a near ninety-nine point nine percent of the time ! Would he be able to stay strong to that point one percent today knowing that diet was incredibly important to one's health, or would he cave for the sake of happiness ?
❝Iubito… surely four is more than enough ? You must not trade good health for temporary happiness, even if a fifth is unlikely to have any lasting repercussions.❞
It is a weak defense, a true one, but one still delivered with an unsure tone.
❝Maybe there is something else I can make him instead, something less… dense, something healthier to balance the other four he's had.❞
