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[attr="class","illie i”]you know, maybe she does understand what she's doing. and maybe it fuels her until she's stronger, more powerful than she was before. it's difficult to tell beneath the pure look of her body, her face, her hair. the tell is in the curl of lips, in the slight glint in crimson eyes.

it spells out something simple: illeana reyes is up to no good.

"have you met what they call gods?" her head tilts as fingers loosen. it's slight, still reigned in as if she doesn't quite want to pull away. no, she likes this game they play. this tug of war, this cat and mouse. it leaves a thrill she seeks in various partners, in various beds. it fills a hollow ache she doesn't quite understand. one left behind by ALEXANDER STONE, torn open by FERNANDO SILPH, and left to bleed out by Remiel Calcifet.

and maybe she should recognize the signs of dying but she'll be damned if a man will be the end of her... let alone three.

"the difference is in their energy," she flashes more teeth. "as well as their surrounding myths." and if remi wants a lesson, she's happy to oblige.

any history, however, dies in her throat.

the touch flittering along her cheek is light, tender, almost foreign. she's used to rough, to hungry, to dominant... not this. it threatens to make her mushy, to make her weaken and let down whatever mask or personality she's carefully crafted up until now. and maybe it's surprising that she holds, that she stares straight into remi's eye without faltering...

but it's not. no, she's enjoying this more than usual.

"your answers more than likely lie there," she murmurs. it's soft, delicate, barely above a whisper. there's little distance for her words to cross. "they've made appearances at mt pyre as well as mossdeep space center. i'm not sure exactly what they're after but based on their targets... it isn't good."

Remi Cassel

She is a bitter human being. Pain, distrust and a broken heart bleeds through every word. Once upon a time, she had been inspired to stand alongside those legendary Pokemon on the pedestal she put them on. Once upon a time, she had wished, begged, dreamed of being close to and seeing one of the dragon deities with her own two eyes.

But things had changed. She had changed, and not necessarily for the better.

From her standpoint, she and Roman had been chasing ghosts- and now he had died because of it. Because of them.

"No."

But she wants to, even despite the twist in her stomach. Her brows twitch to betray her fear and her indecision, even though she tries so hard to be a statue.

Feather-light fingers, rough from calloused hands and lack of care brush against the woman's cheek. Absently, as if distracted by warm feelings and lead astray by Illeana's fountain of knowledge and undiverted attention, she hangs on. The distance between them doesn't lessen, as Remi lets her fingertips brush silver hair.

And although Illie whispers, her words are loud and clear, close enough, nearly, for her to feel them against her own.

Hunger flits across her conflicted expression, and those secrets the woman keeps trapped behind perfect teeth become prominent. She flashes them so easily, a cry for attention even if it is subtle. The fact that she hasn't pulled away, hasn't shown fear or distinct unease.

"You aren't afraid, are you? One of god's chosen, and yet you're here, alone, unprotected."

Or was it that she wanted to be caught? Remi narrows her eyes, dragging her attention away from Illeana's lips.

illeana reyes

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[attr="class","illie i”]illeana doesn't blame her. not really, anyway. there's two sides to the coin of legendary beasts. on one side, they're incredible creatures. strong, majestic, beautiful. and on the other, terrifying, earth-shattering, city burning monsters. unfortunately, humans are no different.

such is the duality of all living things.

she hums softly in her throat at the answer, as if chewing on the thought until it's bland and tasteless. eventually, a thought rises and she's plucking it from the air with her teeth. and then, she's flashing a smile, the concept dangling against her lips.

"would you like to?"

she doesn't have tapu lele anymore, isn't even considered an avatar... but illeana reyes has proven to be an exception to some rules. one such instance is still managing to have a legend or two up her sleeve.

fingertips distract her, draw her in with a gentleness that wasn't previously there. and if you asked her, she simply wouldn't be able to divulge which she preferred more. silver hair tickles at her cheek when fingers brush and she has to swallow a sigh, has to fight her eyelids to keep from fluttering shut as if expecting something more.

it's harmless... isn't it?

the question posed offers an escape from a flurry of emotions and she's leaping head first into it with a coy smile. there's a touch of smugness, confidence laced between rows of teeth and left to simmer behind her lips.

"no, i'm not."

illeana reyes simply cannot be their target. no, she doesn't qualify anymore. her eyes narrow at the thought, as if they shouldn't underestimate her, as if they should consider her a threat.

and if they don't, they will.

"no longer being god's chosen has its perks sometimes, i suppose." the smile widens. "such as not being hunted down and bled dry."

her head tilts, then, and it's settling further into remi's touch without hesitation.

"should i be protected? better yet, are you going to take up that role?"

Remi Cassel