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she was ill-suited for such an environment; the air was far too hot, the wind reeked of ash and the earth felt painfully dry underneath her feet. the bits of vegetation that struggled to grow appeared yellowed and bitter-tasting, the girl wincing sympathetically as she reached out and encouraged the growth of a clump of it. expectantly, it perked up as her power seeped into it, visibly regaining some semblance of health.

'the plants up here are tough,' she thought.

cait remained seated upon a sizeable boulder, her legs crossed and her expression somber. there was genuine excitement beneath her seemingly weary surface, but it was accompanied by waves of anxiety subdued her usual cheer. not even the reality that she'd soon reunite with one of her good friends.

'it's been ages.'

she tossed a treat, her salandit happily pursuing it as it dramatically leaped from her lap.

"hm."

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The rough, rugged, super dry environment of Jagged Pass was nothing out of the ordinary. Stormy was strapped in hiking boots and simple clothes and was, quite honestly, barely breaking a sweat. Ever since being gifted with Moltres' powers, she felt invulnerable in the face of intense heat. The sun didn't burn her skin, she barely noticed how hot it could get. Where others wilted, she thrived.[break][break]

But she was here today to meet up with a close friend - someone she hadn't spoken to in a very long time. Work had taken them both away from each other for prolonged amounts of time. However, since news of Cait's resignation had reached her, it appeared they both had a little extra time on their hands to spare. And Stormy sure as hell wasn't going to let that slip through her fingers.[break][break]

"Cait?!"[break][break]

She scuffs the gravel path as she picks up the pace. Her attention briefly skips to the woman's Salandit, but she ultimately side-steps the critter in favor of her best friend. [break][break]

"Gods, it's been so long! I'm so thrilled to see you!"[break][break]

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"stormy."

her eyes sting a bit and she's almost startled by the love that floods her in a near instant. despite their distance, her affection toward the young woman remained unwavering. stormy served as a beloved beacon of hope, a woman she unabashedly placed upon a pedestal.

'my stormy,' she thought.

- ours, - celebi reaffirmed.

"i missed you."

she hesitated briefly before she closed the distance, seeking to embrace the woman. to take in her warmth, to breathe in the spiciness that edged her natural signature and brush her fingers lightly and discreetly against her beautiful mane that was elegantly fashioned into pigtails.

'it's been too long,' she thought. 'way too long.'

cait pulled away only to peer at the woman's face, pleased to see that she remained much the same. she appeared to be in good spirits, her eyes bright and filled with life.

"i missed you," she admitted. "it's been real lonely without you around."

'well - not exactly. not with Sénon Game keeping me company nowadays. but still - '

"we've got catching up to do! c'mon."

she invited the fire-type specialist to settle on the smooth boulder, taking a seat and scooching over to make sure stormy had an ample amount of space. her salandit released an inquisitive hiss, peering curiously at the pair as she munched noisily on her treat.

"how've you been? what's been going on lately?"

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Stormy eagerly accepts the woman's embrace, lips parting in a contented sigh as she buries her face in Cait's green curls. She immediately finds peace folded into her arms, one that she isn't easily willing to give up. She holds on long after Cait opts to let go, as if the world might crumble away if she dared to let go.[break][break]

And it really might, because the moment she had been given such unfiltered affection, the mask she wore fell away.[break][break]

But when they do pull apart and Cait stares into her eyes, Stormy searches the other woman's desperately, tears welling in the crimson depths. Her lip wobbles, too, despite her best attempts to maintain her composure. For the first time in perhaps forever, Stormy appears truly lost and lonely.[break][break]

Stormy takes a seat alongside Cait quickly and she remains quiet only because she can't find her words. Cait showers her with questions and she feels her shoulders give way as she turns to rest her cheek against the other woman's shoulder. She takes in a deep breath, holding in the sob that threatens to break her.[break][break]

"I'm so lost, Cait. I don't know-- I'm--"[break][break]

She struggles to put meaning behind her babbling because she doesn't really know what it is she's feeling. Grief? Confusion? Fear? Her emotions are a combination of all and none, and she presses her cheek deeper into Cait's shoulder in order to quell the rise of panic fluttering in her chest.[break][break]

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she becomes equal parts concerned and utterly furious - because her stormy was upset. the young woman who was openly weeping should be smiling, content, ambitious and eager. yet she falls apart at her side, trembling and wrought with a tempest of emotions. cait becomes worried, visibly pained by the sight of moltres's avatar as she breaks down in a few short moments. she wraps an arm around her, the freckle-faced woman's fingers working their gently way through her hair.

and she waits before she begins verbally pressing stormy for information, her tone insistent and seemingly calm.

'someone caused this. someone had to have,' she thought, eyes narrowing.

it was difficult to keep herself from scowling and insisting that stormy tell her who -

'because how could she be lost? whose making her feel this way? who was it this time?'

stormy was, after all, in a position of power. she surpassed her in standing within the league - serving as a fellow avatar and a member of the elite four both.

"tell me everything. start wherever you want and we'll work our way from there, okay?"

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POSTED ON Nov 2, 2020 8:18:30 GMT

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If it were even possible, she inches closer, desperately seeking out Cait's comfort. The woman's hands run through her hair and she leans into it, allowing herself to be loved, to be comforted. It brings her momentary relief, enough support for her to pick herself up enough to become comprehensible. She's embarrassed by her weakness, and yet she isn't strong enough to pull herself back together.[break][break]

"He's gone, Cait. He's dead, he died. He's gone, Cait."[break][break]

There is a wobble in her voice that indicates her hysteria, as if she is only now truly coming to terms with the knowledge. Alexander, Lance, Oswald, Sam. Four pivotal, important, beloved people in her life -- and they were all six feet under.[break][break]

And here she was, alive when they were not. [break][break]

"They're gone, and I couldn't save them."[break][break]

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POSTED ON Nov 2, 2020 8:47:42 GMT

admittedly, she was a bit at a lost as she attempted to discern the identity of the man who was lost to her. her guesswork was questionable, but alexander very quickly came to mind. she felt nothing for that man - not after he had denied stormy her due. the woman was more than worthy of his love and yet he had denied her at the last possible moment, willfully casting her aside like she was no longer worth the effort.

it burned her - the thought of him.

"i'm sorry," she breathed.

cait reached into her pocket, producing a clean handkerchief that she kept handy. she'd gingerly wipe away stormy's tears, seeking to clean the woman's face. she relished such a moment, her love for the girl familial and overwhelming.

"i understand what they meant to you. but you need to realize that it's not your fault that they're gone. it's the war's fault any of us are in this mess. that's just the nature of it, baby."

she'd gently rub her back, open and eager to comfort her in her time of need.

"it's not your fault," she repeated, her tone suddenly firm. "it's not your fault, stormy."

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Cait wipes away her tears with soft gestures and a softer handkerchief. Stormy lifts her hand to squeeze Cait's, thankful for the woman's unabashed kindness and affection. In the time it's taken her to dry her eyes of tears, Stormy has calmed herself enough to cease her sobs.[break][break]

"I know."[break][break]

But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. That it didn't make her feel as though she were cursed, as though those she loved would be lost to her simply by being associated with her. It felt uncanny and stupid. She wasn't cursed. There was nothing wrong with her. There was absolutely no reason that her love could be such a dangerous tool, encouraging these people to their fate.[break][break]

And yet she believed it, a part of her believed that she was cursed despite her admission of knowing it wasn't her fault.[break][break]

Because it was her fault, wasn't it?[break][break]

"What sort of avatar am I if I can't even protect the people I love, Cait?"[break][break]

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POSTED ON Nov 3, 2020 5:31:49 GMT

"you're not the only avatar out there, stormy."

cait replaced her handkerchief, returning the item to her trouser pocket. she allowed her statement to sink in for a moment before pressing onward.

"and not even the gods are not entirely perfect," she said. "imperfection is built into our design."

the woman was careful not to step into 'preachy' territory, aware her religions beliefs weren't shared by the common man or woman.

"all you can do is learn from your mistakes and work to keep the people who you love safe. we're all trying our best - and you're no exception."

another pause followed by the woman leveling the silph with a steadied gaze.

"moltres chose you for a reason. don't forget that. don't ever forget that."

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It doesn't really help her, but Cait's words do resonate. She's right, and Stormy knows she's right, but that doesn't change the fact that she's distraught, that she's hurting.[break][break]

She doesn't press the issue, however, and instead chooses to keep it to herself. To hear Cait say so plainly, so easily, that not even the Gods are perfect-- it doesn't make her feel any better. They were designed to be superior to the rest of the world, and yet even they were not designed to be perfect.[break][break]

Stormy rubs the exhaustion beneath her eyes slowly, as if praying that the action will help her wake up from her nightmare. It doesn't.[break][break]

"I know. I know, I know."[break][break]

But she's afraid, once again, that she isn't enough.[break][break]

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she was irritated - not at stormy, of course. it was likely at this point of their relationship, she couldn't respond negatively to the woman nor conjure an ill thought. cait lacked the mental capacity to do so, she surmised. so she tightened her hold upon the woman instead, offering her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

no, she was irritated at the men who boldly waltz themselves into stormy's life - who failed to offer her the attention she deserved. they should have treated her like a queen whilst being exceedingly flattered she allowed them to hold her gaze. and all of them had failed in some way, at least from cait's perspective, to keep her satisfied.

"it'll take time," she said. "to recover from all of this. and i'm sure there will be more losses down the road. we have to be ready. as ready as we can be for what's to come."

her salandit tentatively approached, uncertain of what to make of the weeping female and her somber mistress. an inquisitive hiss escaped her as she drew the former gym leader's attention, her paws motioning a begging gesture. cait produced another treat, distractedly tossing it at the petite beast who scampered after it.

"are your pokemon okay, at least?"

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And Stormy melts into her arms without fail, seeking the woman's comfort as though it may be her last hope, her last chance at feeling whole. The woman presses her cheek into Cait's shoulder, comforted by the way she squeezes her tightly. It helps still her tears and calms the terror and the storm that swirls in her chest, threatening to consume her.[break][break]

"I don't think I will ever be ready. I can't lose anyone else. I couldn't bear it."[break][break]

To lose Cait? Or illeana reyes? Or.. or even FERNANDO SILPH. It would tear her apart. It would be too much for her to bear.[break][break]

Stormy does not notice the brief interaction between Cait and her Pokemon. Instead, she continues to rely on the woman for her strength and her warmth as she poses a question. She nods quietly.[break][break]

"I was able to keep them safe this time. I didn't let Wadjet fight, not after the last time. She's still not the same, Cait."[break][break]

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that was cause for worry, but she feared that pressing for information would only upset stormy further. so instead she pulls the woman away for a few crucial moments, placing her hands solidly upon the her fellow avatar's narrow shoulders.

"stormy," she said. "no matter what - i'll always be with you."

her gaze hardens, her lips pressed in a thin line as she peers steadily into stormy's eyes. the woman would witness steely resolve, cait's tone of voice steady and calm.

"i love you. you're my sister. you mean the world to me."

she made sure the words sunk in, her personal truth lain out to bare.

"i promise."

it was a bold promise - and perhaps one she'd fail to keep. but her desperation to keep it would drive her onward to a future they could share.

"i swear on my soul that i'll stay by your side. that i'll be there if you ever need me. i swear it."

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Cait's weight shifts from around her torso or from her lap to rest heavily on her shoulders. Fingers squeeze, reassuring, stabilizing, as she stares into Stormy's eyes. There is a promise there, before she even utters those words. Stormy breathes in quietly, allowing her best friend -- her sister to share her strength. [break][break]

"I love you too.."[break][break]

Her voice is breathless as she fights to win back her own resolve. She's fighting for her confidence, her strength, her pride. Dashed on the rocks like a shipwreck, Stormy was desperate to pick up the pieces of driftwood resting on the shore. She would rebuild, she would heal, and she would come back stronger.[break][break]

But she shakes her head at Cait's promise and her voice is surprisingly strong when she corrects her.[break][break]

"You can't promise me something like that, Cait."[break][break]

Although she knows Cait means it, she's heard those words spill from the lips of those now six feet under as well as those who had merely disappeared from her life altogether. [break][break]

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POSTED ON Nov 11, 2020 3:10:50 GMT

"i suppose i can't," she relented, frowning.

cait squeezed her sister's shoulders, easily referring to stormy as such within her mind. they had known one another for naught more than two years, but she felt as though the bond they shared could not be mistaken as anything but.

"but i'll always be with you. i can promise that much. even if arceus calls me to their side - i'd find a way."

she hoped that she'd remain mostly unscathed by the war's conclusion. she wanted to remain by stormy's side - she wanted to observe as their hair grayed and wrinkles gradually marred their smooth skin as the years passed. cait struggled to imagine being the one to lose stormy; failing her to the point where moltres's avatar perished in battle. it'd be akin to witnessing a great flame being abruptly snuffed out.

'happy thoughts. think happy thoughts. you don't want to waste what time you have pondering over something like this.'

"let's not keep up with the doom and gloom," she said, nudging the woman playfully. "tell me something good. any new friends? any fresh flings? you've always been real popular."

cait fished for another smile, wanting those trembling shoulders to relax and a wave of positive emotion to warm that somber gaze.