i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON Nov 21, 2018 2:45:25 GMT
the sight of a ruined city is nothing new to yvonne. in fact, it could be easily argued that at this point in her life it may as well be the standard. the war in kanto and her role in it saw her walking a region composed of almost exclusively burning husks of civilization, for years at a time. and yet the rubble and smell of smoke made her feel . . . ill. uneasy.
maybe it was the context of this particular husk that got to her. sentimentality was something far from her heart most days, but this port city had been the first beautiful place she'd seen in hoenn. it was home to a nice inn run by a woman who gave her lodging without question and kindness without reason. to see it reduced to this (to see it join the likes of saffron, vermillion, and pewter) and to know the suffering its people are experiencing is unjust in a way she rarely gives consideration to anymore.
walking onto that scarred and bloodied beach, then, is not what she'd call comfortable. the battling for the city had been fierce, she hadn't dared to go back to the inn, and now she rolls out of whatever dark corner she'd sequestered herself in to gaze on carnage in the light of day. all for a purpose she couldn't get out of elijah despite her best efforts. a purpose that seems exceedingly vain once it reveals itself.
". . . what?" the word is confused at first, but then, "what?" the second time it's said the word comes out hard and cold.
"is this really what you've called me out here for?"
her one good eye regards him with little in the way of warmth. just scans his sweating, anxious face for a hint of something (anything) more.
elijah gardner
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