stormy, bronwen
she / her
twenty-five
july 25
saffron city, kanto
heterosexual
elite four
avatar of moltres
if you could only see the beast you've made of me
TAG WITH @stormy
Stormy Silph
family reunion [closed]
POSTED ON Nov 23, 2018 3:17:46 GMT
CLEOPATRA IS THE ONLY ONE YOU LOVED ► Stormy can feel her heart pounding in her chest like drums. Each beat seemed to drown out the noise in her ears. She could feel the blood rushing to her head in a stress headache. Suddenly, she was getting cold feet. Where at once she was shaking with anger, now she was feeling the cold sweat of shock. So he really was here? He really was part of some new corporation or something? She had almost hoped for it to not be true. She knew that Fernando hadn't really abandoned Silph Co. for whatever this was.. but the fact he had moved on so quickly from anything from his past made her struggle to swallow the pit in her throat. As the pit sank into her belly, she steeled herself in the direction the receptionist pointed to. Under her breath, Stormy counts the doors that she had been given direction to. The young woman clenches and unclenches her fist. Her knuckles turn white, then red, her nails digging into her palms and leaving grooves. The Castform continued to follow her, his tiny body ablaze in warm light. < Hey, a-are you sure about this? > he asked, his voice small and worried. There's a bit of a tremble in his tone. "Of course not, you coward. I've come this far, I'm not about to turn back now," she snapped back, her voice cold. Whatever anxiety she had before is now gone. She couldn't be afraid if her Pokemon was, that was embarrassing. The dark-haired woman sucked in a breath as she came across the name plating of the door she was looking for. 'FERNANDO SILPH' It even looked shiny and new. She almost spat on it but instead opted for a more aggressive approach. It was as if she was overcome with a sudden adrenaline rush, and her leg kicked out to try and break open the door. She could hear the hinges squealing, and she only prayed that the door wasn't as brand new as the nameplate. This time, she sucked in her breath because of the sharp pain in the bottom of her foot. Wincing, she pushed open the door if she had not already broken it down, entering with a very cold look in her face. For the moment, the heat had all but washed out... possibly due to the throbbing in her foot. "Great day, eh, Fernando? I think we need to have a chat."The Castform winced in the background, looking a little paler than usual.
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