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[attr="class","tctext"] Elisabeth had been quite particular in the building of her little flower shop and cottage on the outskirts of town, for three reasons. [break][break]
The first was her particular aesthetic as a shopkeeper. [break][break]
Elisabeth knew precisely how the outside and interior of the woodland place was to look: charming and quaint, like one found in a storybook. Fiorelli Floristry had been designed like a watercolour painting come to life, all light wood and soft pastels. Hanging plants of all varieties hung from the ceiling, while a greenhouse beneath a prismatic dome of glass was visible to showcase her flourishing flowers. A shelf displayed various aromatic perfumes in dazzling glass bottles for purchase.[break][break]
The second reason was her desire to live where she worked. [break][break]
It was simpler to have one place of residence, rather than looking after that and her workplace. Upstairs, a simple dormitory and washing room served her purposes, tidily locked away from customers with a massive lock on the door. Her kitchen served as a place to serve drinks and desserts, intimate dining making for a cozy experience for the customer, while her living area provided seating for conversations and relaxation. [break][break]
Elisabeth truly didn't mind sharing her space; she kept her home immaculate, and should anything break, she had more than money enough to replace it. The dual purpose gave her home proper use, truth be told.[break][break]
The third, and most important reason, was her basement. [break][break]
The cellar door had such a complex series of locks and combinations that only Elisabeth herself truly understood how to disentangle them all. Cleverly hidden from view, the door was invisible behind sliding wooden panels cloaked by a rug for good measure.[break][break]
It would be correct, then, to say that when the bell to Fiorelli Floristry rang, it was for one of these three reasons.[break][break]
First: to shop for flowers, floral teas, or perfume.[break][break]
Second: to visit, although her friends at present were few and far between, and her family and love life nonexistent. [break][break]
And finally: to request what lurked in the darkness beneath her woodland home.[break][break]
The light jingle of the bell in the doorway caused Elisabeth's head to lift, turning to the dark silhouette that had entered her shop. "Welcome to Fiorelli Floristry," she said, a warm smile on her lips. "How may I help you today?"[break][break]

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Since a few of his ribs had been turned into spaghetti by that damn Arcanine, Izzy had been relegated to quieter jobs. Things that didn't rely on jumping and running around, and things with very little risk to cracking the rest of his good bones. It was a little boring, but ultimately it was nice. Gave him more time to spend not stressing about the darker sides of work, for starters.[break][break]

Today's quiet job, however, was very deeply connected to the darker side of his work. He knew of the second life of the florist and her connections with rocket, even collected things from her before, very briefly. It was a dirty, nasty side of rocket that too many didn't realise. So many kids playing as criminals, not enough people realising that it meant people like him had to take the brain-fuckery of actually killing someone.[break][break]

He pushed through the door with the tinkling of the bell, and as always felt a certain kind of brightness at the woodland cottage's aesthetics. It was the kind of place he was completely unaccustomed to, after the dingy streets of Castelia had raised him in grime and half-lit back alleys.[break][break]

"Morning" He says as he heads in, walking just a little awkwardly at the aching in his side. "Yeah, I'm picking up an arrangement"[break][break]

Lawenda trots at his side briefly, but the little deerling finds interest in some flowers and heads off to sniff at them instead.[break][break]

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[attr="class","tctext"] Ah, a repeat visitor. Elisabeth recognized him and noted, as always, how out-of-place he seemed to act upon arriving in her little shop. Truthfully, that was true of most of her Rocket clientele; Elisabeth's pleasant civilian persona was, to put it mildly, a rather stark contrast to most criminals.[break][break]
"Your usual, I presume?" Elisabeth said brightly. "I will have to go into the back to procure it for you. One moment while I lock the door in the meantime."[break][break]
The blonde flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED as she locked the front door, continuing airily, "If you'd like, Daffodil can put some tea on for you. On the house, of course. We have a few new blends in. Jasmine, rose, lavender... Oh, and the hibiscus is to die for. Sit, please, do rest while you wait; no reason to stand on airs."[break][break]
The Bellossom hummed from the kitchen, waving a tiny tea kettle affirmatively as she awaited an order from the Rocket.[break][break]
The entire scene would be charming and wholesome, were it not for the fact that Elisabeth was procuring a truly wicked poison powder from her basement.[break][break]
A thorned ring of keys jangled from Elisabeth's belt as she pulled back the wooden panel hidden beneath the rug, revealing the cellar door and its vine-like configuration of locks. One snap, then two, three, and four, and finally only a single one was left to unlock.[break][break]
This one was for Elisabeth and Elisabeth only. The gardener removed a golden rosette wedding band from her hand and placed it in the center of the final lock, turning it to the right so that it creaked.[break][break]
With a shuddering gasp, the cellar door yawned open wide, and Elisabeth returned the ring to her hand and descended below. Dust and cobwebs littered the shelves, and she shook a rather persistent Spinarak from the vial she plucked from the darkness.[break][break]
Nestled within a bouquet of red carnations and begonias and tied there with a discrete string, the disguise seemed as appropriate as it was unassuming; "my heart aches for you" said the carnations while the begonias warned "beware." What would her mother say if she knew how Elisabeth used those lessons in the language of flowers now? Her smile faded somewhat at the thought.[break][break]
"Your arrangement is ready for its recipient," Elisabeth said as she returned, the door closing behind her and the rug once more obscuring it from view. As she turned to hand off the bouquet, however, her eyebrows lifted in surprise as she saw Izydor more closely.[break][break]
"You're hurt," she said -- a statement, not a question. "Why are you out and about working in a state like this one?" The rebuke came off far more maternally than Elisabeth had intended, but she couldn't seem to help herself.[break][break]
Lawenda meanwhile continued unnoticed in her devouring of some greenhouse plants, save for the Bellossom frantically trying to wave her away from some particularly tasty honeysuckle.[break][break]

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POSTED ON Jan 29, 2022 19:12:02 GMT

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He nodded and waited patiently as she locked the door and then disappeared off to get what she needed to get. He watched the two grass types in amusement, Lawenda curiously sniffing at yummy foliage and the poor Bellossom trying her best to keep the little sap-sipper away from the goods. Taking a moment to smirk at the two, Izzy heads over and shoos his Deerling from the products being sold, much to the relief of Elisabeth's little pokémon.[break][break]

While she's gone, Izzy thinks about her offer of tea - it seems like the kind of thing someone like him didn't deserve. He's still pondering when she returns, and Izzy looks back up, his hand down by his side to keep his fingers scritching in Lawenda's soft, short fur.[break][break]

"Thanks" He moves to take the bouquet from her, and as he does so he looks at her quizzically. You're hurt. Was it really so obvious? He sighed, shifted his weight a little to be more comfortable.[break][break]

"Ah- yeah. Nothing crazy, I have some broken ribs." A little shrug, like it's no big thing. "I still have to work, and my rent'll get behind if I'm not at least doing something, y'know?" Lawenda nuzzles against his hand as he speaks.[break][break]

"Don't worry about the tea, I don't wanna be in the way or anything"

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[attr="class","tctext"] "Nothing crazy, I have some broken ribs."[break][break]
What had this poor boy gone through to shrug such things off as 'nothing'?[break][break]
Elisabeth's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, her normally soft voice gaining a decisive firmness. "I am afraid I'll have to insist on the hospitality. I'll be ever so disappointed if you refuse." Rather than inquiring once more for the type of tea, this time she rummaged from one of the many hanging plants in the cottage, drawing forth a sprig of a leafy plant. "It happens I know an herbal tea that does wonders for the early stage of fracture healing."[break][break]
Picking up the tea kettle that Daffodil had abandoned in her quest to wrangle Lewanda, Elisabeth began brewing the herbal blend in earnest; the simmering heat carried the fresh scent throughout the little dwelling. "I'm happy to give you some herbal tea to take with you, if you like," she continued. "The body can struggle to heal on its own, sometimes. Every little bit helps."[break][break]
A memory flashed across her mind, unbidden--her body hurled to the ground, an Emboar's loud snort as her ribs shattered on impact--and she froze for a moment in front of the stove, eyes glazing over as the painful reminiscence struck her unawares. That was right. She knew how to brew this tea for a reason, didn't she?[break][break]
"Ah!" Elisabeth exclaimed, her finger burning slightly from where it had idly rested on the kettle's spout in her reverie. She pressed the injured fingertip to her lips until the pain subsided. "Clumsy of me." The woman smiled off the mistake, pushing the memory down deep once more. [break][break]
"Tea's ready. I'll be personally offended if you don't try it."[break]

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He almost instinctively rolled his eyes as she narrowed her eyes and strengthened her tone a little, it was so motherly, and Izzy still so very teenaager-y. But alas, being - arguably - an adult meant that Izzy had to take these kinds of things, sometimes, and he also didn't really enjoy disappointing people. Either way, it might be nice to take some time out and some weight off of his side.[break][break]

Elisabeth started brewing the tea before he'd even had a chance to say yes. Between that and the fact that she was the only one of the two of them who could actually open the door, he was stuck here. He said stuck mostly because Izzy didn't want to admit that sitting down for tea sounded kind of nice, honestly.[break][break]

"Right, well... I mean, if it's good for fractures, then... sure"[break][break]

He takes a seat, and Lawenda dutifully sits on the floor beside him. Izzy didn't want to imagine the kind of mess Myszko might have made if he'd chosen to take him here today instead.[break][break]

"It's okay, I..." He starts to refuse, to say no thank you, but stops himself and gives a shy nod. "Alright, I'll take some, but, only if you're sure. I'm pretty used to healing up by myself. Living alone and all that, y'know? Plus... business stuff gets you hurt a lot" It wasn't exactly unknown that rocket caused trouble and thusly had trouble thrown back at them, especially, he imagined, not to someone like Elisabeth. Her part to play was a relatively active one, even behind the scenes as she was.[break][break]

As she startles from the heat of the spout, he startles in kind, looking over to her. "All good?"[break][break]

The tea's ready, and she smiles like nothing had happened. Izzy returns his gaze to the pretty little table he's sat at, then back to her.[break][break]

"You really don't have to do all this, y'know. It's nice of you, but..."

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[attr="class","tctext"] "Right as rain," Elisabeth replied to the boy's concern, waving it away. She had begun this to tend to him, not to be tended to herself, after all.[break][break]
Although it hadn't been Elisabeth's intent to imprison the Rocket in her cottage. That being said, it wouldn't be inaccurate to say that was, in practice, what had occurred; the florist had quite forgotten the locked front door at this point and had no intention of unfastening it for the time being. There were more pressing matters, such as forcing the boy to enjoy his tea.[break][break]
At the continued series of Izydor's feeble protestations, Elisabeth's lips twisted into a wry smile. "If you'd like to continue this song and dance, by all means, but my answer to your concerns will remain the same: I'm glad to share what I have with you." Her crystal blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she poured out two cups, each set upon painted saucers decorated with the image of Ledyba and Ledian. "If I found your company distasteful, I would say so."[break][break]
An extended social visit wasn't something she'd offer to every member of Rocket. Far from it. Walking among monsters was not a new experience to Elisabeth, but not all of them were monstrous in the same way. The truly terrifying ones -- the ones with no moral code of their own, with a cruel look in their eyes -- Elisabeth kept her cool distance from, observing in silence.[break][break]
Those Rockets would certainly not be fumbling over apologies for having tea with her, or bringing a Deerling into her shop that would sneakily nibble at her flowers.[break][break]
"What is your name?" she asked him pleasantly. "Mine is Elisabeth. It occurs to me we've never properly exchanged introductions with one another."[break][break]
While she waited for an answer, she gestured for Daffodil to bring out some leftover baked goods from the recent Petalburg "Cake and Bake Show"; Lewanda was plied with lavender meringues, while a platter of orange blossom madeleines was laid on the table for Izydor and Elisabeth to share. Anticipating another protest, she handed one of the treats to him, her expression daring for him to refuse her generosity one more time.[break][break]

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He can't help but feel a little scolded as she doubles down on wanting to share her tea with him. She's motherly in a way he can't really relate to, considering his own mother wasn't so much scolding as she was nasty, and wasn't so much wry and teasing as she was... mostly not there at all.[break][break]

"If I found your company distasteful, I would say so."[break][break]

Izzy had no way of corroborating this, of course - she could easily be lying. But to be told that his presence was okay in no uncertain terms was quite relieving, and he settled a little in his seat as he took the cup and saucer she had so delicately served. It felt a little wrong to be partaking in all this fancy politeness - Izzy had always considered himself by far more a gutter rat than a member of high society.[break][break]

"Yeah, I, uh, guess you don't need to know people's names most of the time with this kinda stuff." He makes specific care not to drink until she does. He's not worried about poison or anything, though that would be more realistic considering her occupation; but instead just doesn't want to embarrass himself by missing some important rule or something.[break][break]

"I'm... Izzy. Thanks-" He takes the sweet treat without fighting back, well aware at this point that his complaining would be useless. "The hell is this thing, some little cake?" Forever that blunt mouth betraying his lower class - he can't help but be self conscious of the way the words leave his mouth.[break][break]

Izzy turns the madeleine in his fingers for a second before looking to Elisabeth and then back, popping it gently in his mouth. The sweet little cake tasted delicious, far better than his cheap shit at home, and flavoured with loving care. "Oh, wow"[break][break]

Lawenda, meanwhile, takes delight in the meringues flavoured after her namesake, far less willing to destroy Elisabeth's hard floral work now that her appetite's been sated.[break][break]

"This place is really great, by the way. All the... flowers and stuff. I don't know the first thing about gardens and shit, but- looks like hard work."

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[attr="class","tctag"] Izydor Baranowski

[attr="class","tctext"]Some poisoners might be offended at the hesitation that Izzy exhibited before drinking tea, nervously watching until Elisabeth herself did so. Instead a sly smile creased her lips. Sensible boy. She had no desire to poison him, of course, but it showed very good judgment on his part to make sure it was safe before partaking. An excellent attribute for a Rocket, in fact.[break][break]
It hadn't occurred to her in the least that he might have only been fretting over manners.[break][break]
"So many of us have aliases, or strangely dubious names," Elisabeth said, letting the cup warm her hands. Like 'Bee' for example--who would name their child such a silly thing? Not that she would say so to BARNABY FINCH. "I regret not making one for myself sometimes. I could call myself Ivy, or Rose, or... oh I don't know, something like Camellia?" She grinned, waving a hand. "Ah, well. I don't mind hiding in broad daylight. Some of the highest ranked among us seem to, in fact."[break][break]
His name seemed real enough: Izzy. A nickname, likely, but a name.[break][break]
"It is a pleasure to meet you properly, Izzy. And that is a madeleine -- a Kalosian dessert. My mother and I used to bake them together." The crudeness of Izzy's comments neither fazed her nor offended her; she found his frankness refreshing, in fact. "I admit I'm very partial to the orange blossom ones. Do you like them?"[break][break]
The surprised pleasure evident on Izydor's face answered her better than words ever could. A flush of pride filled Elisabeth at his reaction. Lawenda, too, seemed to be enjoying herself, snacking away happily at the meringues as Daffodil attempted to hold the tray steady.[break][break]
The voiced compliment took her aback slightly; so few Rockets cared to comment on her cottage, and some appeared even mildly baffled at the amount of love and work put into something that most would consider merely a civilian front.[break][break]"Thank you," Elisabeth said, the words ringing with sincerity. "It gives me great comfort to be able to have so much of nature around me, and to raise Pokemon and flowers alike in such a pleasant home. Actually, this entire place is based on... Hold on, I will be back shortly."[break][break]
Daffodil looked at her, wide-eyed in terror at the idea of hosting once more without her mistress, as Elisabeth raised a finger and briefly departed up the stairs to her bedroom. [break][break]It was a tidy little space, and above the bed, a single watercolour painting was displayed prominently. Gently, Elisabeth removed it from the wall and gathered it into her arms, humming as she returned down the stairs.[break][break]
"This painting is very dear to me," Elisabeth said, showing the watercolour landscape. Looking at it, the picture seemed to be the spitting image of Fiorelli Floristry when viewed from outside, give or take some minor differences denoting Kalosian wildlife. "I modeled the cottage after it." The artist name in the corner was Georgiana F., scrawled there with a flourish.[break][break]
Fiorelli. Her mother's name.[break][break]
"The artist named it Sanctuary. I suppose I had always wanted one for myself." She paused. "Do you have a place like that? Where you go to in order to feel safe?" [break][break]It felt like a silly question, now that she had spoken it aloud. Most in Team Rocket never felt safe.[break]

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She sips, and so does he, an exact mirrored image - as best he can - of the way she did it. He'd never learnt about soup spoons and dessert forks and which way to shake a rich guy's hand; and that was evident from, uh, all of him, but he didn't want to seem so uncouth as to not know how to drink fancy tea.[break][break]

"Yeah, you're telling me. I know a guy goes by Bee." He replies, as if reading her mind. Or maybe it was the fact that BARNABY FINCH was still buried deep in his mind, alongside the image of their kiss. Izzy moves on quickly to try and fight off the threat of reddened cheeks. "...U-uh, yeah, Rose or something... would make sense, considering, y'know, everything" He gestures roughly with one hand to the plantlife surrounding them. "...But don't you ever worry someone'll figure it out?"[break][break]

He takes another madeleine as she introduces them, popping it straight in his mouth to go down just after the mouthful of tea. "They're really good- did you make these ones? I... yeah, I like 'em."[break][break]

For a moment, after she begins speaking and then excuses herself, Izzy worries he's said something wrong. He's left alone with the tea and the madeleines - very dangerous for the sweet baked treats, as he takes yet one more. As Daffodil :catto:'s towards her disappearing trainer, Lawenda moves on from the meringues and rubs her cheek against the flowers on the top of the Bellossom's head. A little "don't worry" from one grass type to another.[break][break]

Izzy taps a fingernail against the side of the teacup while he waits, then as Elisabeth descends once more, this time with a painting in her arms. He looks it over, takes another little sip of tea and pops the cup down on it's saucer. "That's really pretty" He decides. "It's cool that it's super similar to here. Must've really been like... what's the word... like, made an impression on you, and stuff"[break][break]

He goes to pick up the cup once more, the dull ache in his ribs subsided slightly from having rested for a while, but stops suddenly as she asks him about safety and safe places. Do you have a place like that?[break][break]

Izzy lets it sit for a little while, then speaks up just as the silence in the air begins to become a little awkward.[break][break]

"I... don't know. I guess I, uh... ah... I just ignore it."[break][break]

It wasn't entirely an answer to the question that Elisabeth was answering, not plainly, but it made sense to him in a simple way that meant he didn't have to tell her how troubled things could be in his little head. The it in question, of course, being the forever-sense of not having a safe place. How could he have one, after all, when his hometown was nothing but bad memories, and his current place was a constant threat from Rocket to take everything away from him in one fell swoop?

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[attr="class","tctag"] Izydor Baranowski

[attr="class","tctext"] It was endearing how Izzy mirrored her as they ate and drank. She was reminded of times as a child, helping her little cousins sit up straight and show exemplary manners at family gatherings.[break][break]
At the mention of BARNABY FINCH, Elisabeth laughed loudly, the sound almost startling from the soft-spoken woman. "You read my mind," she said, amused. "Truly, what a funny name for a person. It would be like calling myself Flower. Or Fleur..." She pursed her lips. "Actually, Fleur would be a wonderful non-de-plume. Why didn't I think of that?"[break][break]
Elisabeth turned back to Izzy pleasantly, leaning against the table as she listened. "You know of him, though? I shadowed Bee in my first mission as a member of Rocket." A pause as she recalled their time together. "He was very competent. Pleasant. I hope your experience with him was likewise?"[break][break]
Best to tread carefully when speaking of Rockets who were not present. Izzy was sweet, but certainly even he had friends and enemies alike. For all she knew, he despised the man. [break][break]
One the conversation changed to aliases once more, however, all traces of laughter left her as she turned solemn.[break][break]
"Do I worry about being caught?" A wistful look passed over Elisabeth's face as she cupped her cheek in her hand. The words were slow, measured, and thoughtful. "No, not really. You would be surprised the things people don't notice, when they aren't looking for them. So much ugliness openly thrives in the light of day."[break][break]
Her fingers worried at the tablecloth as her brows knitted together. "And besides, were I to be caught... It would hardly matter. I have no family to disappoint and no lover to mourn me." Elisabeth met Izzy's gaze, her next words spoken calmly: "To be honest, I stopped fearing death a long time ago."[break][break]
It was peculiar, how easy it was to confide such intimate things to someone who had been a perfect stranger hours ago. That Elisabeth had baked madeleines with her mother. That the watercolour painting she treasured most was her inspiration for this home. That death itself didn't hold its grip on her anymore.[break][break]
"You are a kind person, Izzy." The words came out without thinking, but were no less honest for it. "And an excellent listener. It has been a long time since I spoke candidly to anyone like this." She smiled warmly, pouring another cup of tea for them both.[break][break]
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Daffodil and Lawenda both sitting side by side, watching the sunset outside the open window together as the Bellossom rested her head on the Deerling's shoulder.[break][break]
"I know what it is like to have nowhere to escape. If you ever feel that way..." Elisabeth's crystal blue eyes met his. "You can share this sanctuary for a little while, if you need."[break]

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POSTED ON Feb 7, 2022 2:27:43 GMT

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Izzy looks up with brows raised as she bursts out laughing, but as she talks more about her own experience with Barnaby it brings a slight smile to his face. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that talking about Bee to her like this kind of felt like talking to a friend about another, mutual friend - the air felt good and calm, like how he imagined people who liked each other talked.[break][break]

"I do know him, yeah, we're-" He paused, we're friends, he nearly said. Were they that? If Bee were here, he'd probably say they were, but these kinds of words came much more easily to someone like Barnaby. "We've worked together a couple times. He was there when I got my ribs fucked up. Made sure I didn't, like, bleed out and all that, and... yeah, he's... cool." He trails off as he remembers in painful detail what came after the rib breaking and the coming home. A blush creeps across his face. "...even despite the name"[break][break]

His own fancy thoughts fade away as she worries her fingers around the tablecloth and leans her cheek into her hand. Izzy'd never had a lot of practice with consoling or sympathising, mostly because he lacked practise with socialising in general, but he didn't feel the same stress and i wish this was over he did when over people said sad or emotional things. Elisabeth had extended courtesy to him, and he extended it back in turn.[break][break]

"I'm sorry about your family and your lover and... all that." His gaze meets hers, ice blue on crystal blue. "I never had anything like that, either, but I don't..." He sighs, giving himself a moment to think. "I don't think that that's what's important. Or... maybe it is, but if you think about that being, uh, the most important stuff, like, all the time-- what I mean is, like, it just feels shitty if you dwell on it. I think it's good that you're not afraid"[break][break]

His own candidness surprises him, and he sits back a little to give that surprise space to breathe, but is cut off quickly by Elisabeth calling him something he had never expected to be called. Izzy had been all kinds of things in his years - asshole, dipshit, piece of trash, gutter rat. He'd never before heard someone call him kind.[break][break]

"I don't know about all that, but... I..." He clears his throat, watches the two happy little grass-types snuggle up to distract himself from the lump that threatens to form in his throat. The dull pain lodged in the back of his windpipe only stabs harder when she offers him to share her space.[break][break]

"...It's just been a crazy couple of days." He says, quietly, out-loud but not really aimed at Elisabeth. Instead, more aimed at himself, an apology for feeling emotional in this moment.

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POSTED ON Feb 8, 2022 0:12:15 GMT

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[attr="class","tctext"] This compassionate side of BARNABY FINCH was new to Elisabeth, but somehow it didn't seem at odds with the man who had watched her torture a captive with an approving smile. She herself contained such opposing dualities. "It is a relief to have someone you can count on," she agreed, listening intently. At the mentioning of Izzy's injuries, her focus sharpened. "It sounds like your wounds could have been much more serious without him. I am glad Bee was there to help you."[break][break]
However, she didn't know what to make of the odd blush creeping on Izzy's face--Embarassment at the fractured ribs, maybe? About needing help as a Rocket?--so she opted for humour to defuse any tension. "Well," she said with a tiny grin, "I don't know about that. Combees are rather helpful creatures, after all." [break][break]
It would be a lie to say Elisabeth wasn't proud of her silly little pun, though somewhere, Daffodil was letting out a little huff of a sigh at her mistress's descent into low-brow humour.[break][break]
As the mood grew somber once more, Elisabeth smiled gently, touched despite herself at Izzy's thoughtful reply. "Everyone experiences loss at some point or another. Mine may be greater than most at this stage of my life, but it is hardly unique." Surely he had his own burdens to bear, as well. Elisabeth's tone became lighter, brisk with optimism. "I think you are right, though. Life is for the living, hm? And we must not be afraid to embrace that life."[break][break]
And life was all around Elisabeth here. The cottage was teeming with it, plants flourishing from the ceiling and the scent of flowers invading its every nook and cranny. Nature always thrived, despite the world dying all around it.[break][break]
Elisabeth didn't anticipate the choked emotion her compliment inspired in Izzy, but instead of commenting on it, she silently poured another cup of tea for the both of them, stirring in honey for good measure. She understood when grace and patience were necessary, and so she waited until Izzy finally found the words he wished to say before replying.[break][break]
"Yes. It has been a trying time, hasn't it?" Elisabeth agreed softly. "If you believe the Hoenn news, the sky near here is, in fact, falling."[break]

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POSTED ON Feb 25, 2022 19:26:58 GMT

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"Mm". He thinks for a second, wringing his hands a little. "Yeah, if he wasn't there, I probably would've gotten way more fucked up." The thought wasn't one he'd let himself explore in too much detail while he'd been healing up, mostly because thinking about your own mortality wasn't really helpful when you already had some issues going on.[break][break]

He can't help but roll his eyes at her joke, but in the kind of way one might at their mum trying to poke a smile from their sullen teen kid. It was the kind of thing Izzy had never experienced, and it felt nice, even if it felt a little unusual.[break][break]

Izzy looks up at her once more, giving a gentle nod in response to her words. She spoke like the kind of person who thought a lot, and was intelligent. In a way, it intimidated him - Izzy had never thought much about himself in general, but especially not that he was educated. Speaking with people like Elisabeth always made him feel a little bit like a kid, but at the very least she didn't seem to be looking down her nose at him.[break][break]

"You're really embracing life here" He says, looking around. Everything was alive, each green beating heart around him blooming and flowering. You could practically smell the life in every pot, every planter. "It's crazy different to the big city, being here. It's... nice."[break][break]

He takes a gentle, slow breath. As busy as everything had been recently, what with kissing and broken ribs and general anxiety that never faded, Izzy couldn't bear to show too much emotion right now. Elisabeth was treating him like an equal, the last thing he needed was to seem upset in front of a fellow Rocket and be judged as too weak.[break][break]

"...Man, fuck the Hoenn news" He grumbles. "I'm sick n' tired of hearing about a bunch of rich league fucks having fun and doing good, while I gotta deal with all the bullshit. Fuckin' wormholes and meteors."

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