Dr. Doug
He/Him
20 (40)
March 3
Viridian City, Kanto
It just works
Lt. Colonel, Medical Corps
AQUA Initiative
You're being healed. Please do not resist.
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John Sullivan
Be Mine the Doom [doug]
POSTED ON Feb 25, 2021 1:15:39 GMT
Her laugh drew warmth to the the youth's cheeks, and it stayed even as she all but challenged him to one up himself.
Challenge accepted.
He had intended to sweep her off her feet anyway. Figuratively this time. Promise.
... Okay, no promises.
As Chryssa teetered, yet grasped his hand with ease, the crunch of grass could be heard as Doug let go of the basket and stepped closer, wrapping his other arm around her waist to support her further.
"I've barely even gotten started, Empress." He said, letting a grin tentatively adorn his lips. "I've let far too many chances to do so much worse fly right past me."
Holding her as he was, the first such instance that came to mind couldn't be any other than...
"Just think about all of your Ranger peers, witnessing the Empress waltz with some unknown, uninvited Rogue; at her own reception, no less!" He said as they swayed with the ominous breeze, leaning closer with a teasing smile. "Scandalous."
He had chickened out from requesting a dance, however brief, then. He had regretted it as soon as the reception was over.
He entertained the thought of asking for it now, songless and all, but quelled his desire with a single spin instead.
Some other day, when he could be certain he wouldn't hurt her by doing so, he would make his own second chance.
"Oh well. My loss." Picking back up the basket, he walked with Chryssa towards the Drifblim that awaited. Naturally, his gaze was drawn towards the familiar sight that was...
His? Hers? Their Straw hat.
Only the fact that he was holding her hand in one hand and the basket in the other kept him from running ahead towards it. Still, his excitement was only barely contained.
"Hoh...? Oh! Hoooh!?" He uttered excitedly as they came within arm's reach of it, the basket jostling slightly as he grasped the hat and brought it closer so they could examine her handywork together.
"Wha-! How did you...? Jesse James, it's so pretty now!" He said with a full smile, spinning the hat around to get a good look at all angles before laughing delightedly. "So this is your handywork, huh? Chryssa, I love it! Yer the best!"
He smiled wide as he balanced the hat on his finger by the brim, spinning it about before throwing it atop his head with a flick in an unprecedented hat trick.
"Thank you, Chryssa Glasgow! But do you even realize what you've done?" He said, stepping in front of Chryssa and facing away from the Drifblim, his clothes, hair and hat billowing about dramatically, clearly due to his rising power level and not at all the balloon pokemon's Ominous Wind, no sir. "With my crown reforged, my power has increased tenfold!"
And the very first use of this tremendous power would be-! helping her onto the balloon, naturally.
He found a nice spot to lean against after that, watching Chryssa stomp what was to be their foothold in the sky amusedly and wondering if he should be worried that his immediate reaction to her mentioning its flammability was not alarm but a quip.
"Things're gonna get so smokin' we gotta worry 'bout that, huh?" He said as he pushed off the edge of the basket, stepping closer towards her as she dared try and give him a way out.
"I'm gettin' breakfast in Heaven with you, Empress." He said with a snort, tilting his head. "My only regret's not bringing ya 'nother bouquet of carnations, and my words to the world? Don't wait up for us."
Next thing he knew, they were clinging to each other, Beagan's ascent proving particularly rough on that morning. Doug hadn't asked questions when Chryssa grabbed him with pain written over her face- he was just quick to hug her back.
Moments later, the rattling was over, with Chryssa's idle comment making him glance down to their launching pad.
"Huh. Guess those cow eatin' shrimps weren't behind those 'fter all." He muttered under his breath while staring at Beagan's handiwork wide eyed, offering absolutely no context to explain himself... before turning his gaze back towards her.
"Awright, we're up in the air, ya queen bee. Whatever it is ya got planned, ya got this bee in." He said with a smile, gently letting go of her before leaning back on his end of the basket and swinging around his peculiarly shaped bag in front of himself.
He flicked the ends holding the bag closed loose, and it swung open to reveal... Exactly what the shape had suggested.
"But until we get to whatever and wherever it is... 'Tis our second date. Say, Chryssa. Do ya know how to play a fiddle?"
Also called a Violin, if one were feeling fancy, far as Doug was concerned.
"I think I figured 'em all out." He said, not quite explaining himself as he plucked the old instrument out of the box. Dust covered its surface as he gently dragged his fingers over the wood, staring at it with a hard to read expression. "But honestly? Ya were dead wrong. I ain't reconsidered nothing."
He stared at the bow wistfully.
"I'm confused, worried and even a bit scared. But..." He said, brows furrowing... before a chuckle broke the expression down. "I think I'm actually more in love than before. It's a weird feeling."
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