“C'mon! Everyone's waiting!”
Outside the world is bright and jubilee hangs in the air as infectiously uplifting as the brine on the breeze. Chatter and laughter lingering with jovial familiarity between those aboard the Sotally Tober deck, even as remnants of a lively night is swept away.
Angelo blinks as the sunlight hits him, squinting as his eyes get used to the difference between this world and the last.
Yet he can't look away fully, even as his vision stings and blurs.
Amara runs ahead of him, shoes squeaking on the polished wood as she stomps towards two boys of a similar age. Picking up a discarded mop, she, Ricci and Renz begin their mop race after a '
three, two, one'. Renz running out on two, followed by a chorus of screeches of '
cheater!'
He catches the back of Lucia and Paolo, his step-father, walking down the gangplank and onto the docks, plates of leftovers in their hands wrapped up in film.
And crouched by a bucket, Nico watches the soapy water fill from a tap, the youngest of his siblings quiet and transfixed in his task.
All of his family were here, mingling amongst the ship crew as if it were your everyday Sunday.
“
Aha! He rises! Someone looks like they had a good night.”
Jewellery tinkling and heels clicking in a tune that's engraved in his brain, Anna Vestri rounds the corner. His mother is as fashionably dressed as ever, long dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail.
Just like he remembered. Aside from the fact she's wielding a trash bag in bright, rubber gloved hands.
Her smile is equally as blinding and carefree when she
tip-tip-taps up to see him.
“
Mamma. Uh. Hey.” The pilot looks dumbstruck at her. Perhaps he's still slow from the Unown dimension or from the bizarre nature of it all? “
What are you guys doing here?”
“
Cleaning. Are you that hungover?” Her mascara-heightened eyelashes flutter, before her smile stretches into a shape that often graces Angelo's lips. “
Maybe I should be the one heading out tomorrow. I feel ab-so-lute-ly fine!”
With about the strength of a Butterfree wing, her dainty fingers fall to slap playfully against his shoulder. And Angelo feels a smile pull at the corner of his mouth, questions and confusion melting at her energy.
“
You sure? You sound drunk.”
As frustrating as she could be - despite the lingering bitterness he harbours deep down for his teenage years - he'd missed her.
“
Oh, shush. But ah, I'm so jealous, Angioletto! You're going to get to see so many amazing things.”
There's a clatter and a thud, water splashing, as tiny feet trip over themselves. Nico unable to hold up his heavy burden as he attempts to carry the bucket of water to his mop-wielding siblings.
Picking himself up, he wails and runs towards them with arms outstretched, bumped nose pink and dripping with snot.
It's like a hardwired reaction. Angelo crouches in preparation to pull one of his younger siblings into an embrace of comfort.
“
Whoopsie! Come here, darling! Let me see.”
His mother smiles, sincere and airy as she scoops up the sniffling child that falls into her arms, even as his grubby face buries into the crook of her neck.
Angelo blinks, caught off guard and left hovering.
Anna unaware of the gravity of her words, just as her eldest son was unaware of the weight hearing them would manifest within his chest.
“
It's okay, Angie. I got him! I don't need any help.”
The party, it turns out, had been one of goodbye.
His.
South-west of Hoenn an archipelago had been discovered, a collection of islands appearing in an expanse of blue previously desolate as far as the eye could see.
He'd discovered it.
Tomorrow morning, he and a research team were heading out to the unnamed collection of islands. The first footprints on its earth would be his, the first documentation of its topography would be by his hand.
A whole new world of secrets waiting for him.
Apparently, he won't be back for six months, at best.
“
Not nervous are you, Angel?”
It's quiet up in the crow's nest and yet he doesn't notice Skyler joining him until an arm snakes around his waist, fingers peeking just under the edge of his shirt in a familiar call of attention.
Blue eyes that had been focused on the bay, on the large research vessel that has his plane tied onto its deck, are pulled her way.
“
Hm? Nah. Guess it hasn't sunk in yet.” He'd only learned about it a few hours ago, after all. “
I'm sure it will hit once we're on the water.”
Angelo turns his back on the endless horizon awaiting him, leaning against the railings (which no longer squeak) with a casual shrug.
Only to be met with bewilderment on her face, Skyler's arm falling back to her side.
“
That would've been a sight, but this one's all yours, remember?”
“
You're not coming with me?”
The idea of being apart from her for six months has Angelo's brow pinching, even more so when she looks up at him without a flicker of apprehension on her features.
Her smiled acceptance is unnerving.
Angelo covers it up with a joke, lips curled in a weak shield. “
Sure... I'll see you in a few weeks then, when you finish eating your parents out of house an' home.”
“
You saying my food is bad, Vestri? Didn't hear you complaining last night.” She retorts, defiant laugh on her lips, teeth sharp and absent of offense. “
I don't need you to look after me, y'know.”
Angelo can scarcely feel the knuckles clipping playfully against his bicep in a punch that'll surely leave a bruise.
His eyes search for a lie amongst the glitter of moonstone, only to find unapologetic wildness reflected on the surface, as ever.
It's not about something as trivial as cooking. There's something deeper, something he can't yet place, that has the smile deflate.
At his silence, Skyler's brow pinches, as if sensing that something was wrong. Yet he finds there is no comfort in the hand that is placed to his cheek, an answer to the weird dissatisfaction in his gut not waiting for him in a narrowed glint of silver.
“
Angel. Hey.”
Within the clear, blue sky, a peal of thunder echoes.
“I thought this was what you wanted?”
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