jayde cross

he examines the binding, bothered by the distant occurrence before her voice reaches him. there is something meaningful when he looks up, the recognition for the other passing through like a fleeting star; brilliant but so quickly gone. 

difficult given his line of work, he remains quiet, the heaviness of the breath oozing by his lips like liquid. sometimes the weight is just enough to make it feel like he truly could be drowning. 

"are you sure?" hunger passes. rising and falling in waves it is easily ignored till it can no longer shift further. "...if you don't mind then..." he says, recalling fira outside and the savage little mutt within the capsule. pokemon and humans alike are a lot more understandable when offered food. 

for the sake of cait however— he neglects that idea. 

cait alfric

jayde cross

relief comes in the response. broken through the lingering mysteries which swarmed within his mind. for just a moment — jay is surprised, quickly passing it off for mere coincidence in the care of the other. 

shifting towards the wooden structure, one tanned arm, opposite of the injured settles against the table. it is the general support in the poised hand which cushions the crown. at lax by all that resounded in the background. lush green and a simple home. 

jay glimpses towards cait, blinking through the curiosity with careful regard. he feels the heaviness of slumber weighing down on him. causing what was imagined to be strained in the process. dwindling and unable to pass through the ending. 

"there are many things," he says, one hand tracing the smooth material, two golden eyes watching tiredly, "i just can't decide." beautiful shades retreated in his sight. it left his world dull and cold. if lugia was truly the incentive that kept him going was there even a reason to live? 

hatred, fatigue and sorrow.

such adverse notions was all that he could manage to feel. some part of him wondered (laughably) if the distant memory would even suffice. true flesh and blood. true words and true remorse. 

he could only know till it occurred. 

"protect the world, probably," he passes the girl a slightly hesitant look, "ironic given my reputation i guess." it was the fantasy of a man (or a boy) that could never misplace such genuine intentions. 

no matter how violent he was. 

cait alfric

'worthy', he thinks, not seeking such goals. 

the fact that articuno had chosen someone, meant they had chosen many people before their time. when he thought of the choices of lugia, he doubted the legend, hardly roused from the deepest blue.

would have never done so.

jayde smiles regardless, amused by that notion if only for a few moments. the harmless request is a reminder of the present. apprehension pools into his gut slowly and painfully. there are so many parts of him that he doesn't want her to see. 

truths. he'd always been so forthright in his demeanor but, now it felt like his words were trapped and unable to escape. silently strung up by overbearing doubts leave him furrowing his brows. 

was this truly right? one league figure of importance having a meal with the enemy? 'no', jayde responds inwardly, still unable to make pace with the eager mind while the silence around them settled. 

even if he truly found no bliss in team rocket and even if he decided to go onward without them. the world would still shun him. murder and destruction wasn't exactly depicted as fine in the eyes of humans.

cait alfric

jayde cross

the stillness of a room without voices was hardly upsetting. there was no ounce of discomfort. close by motion from his company was rather— pleasant.

jayde found himself lost in the abyss of his thoughts till the tone finally broke through. reaching for the plate with sudden haste in the startle of having slipped elsewhere. he follows quietly.

one shrugging gesture inclines fira to follow as they step from the hidden interior and into the vast display of the gym. complex in everything that had been so eagerly grown. 

the air was crisp yet warm. there was a particular vigor that emanated from the greenery. even within the dim lighting, he could tell her companions had made this place just as home. 

a reassuring image. 

"oh," blinking towards the array, he reaches for the present capsules, releasing the rest of the team, "eat up." the man said, simply, while the large pokemon hesitantly took comfort in their surroundings. 

in comparison to the disaster they had grown so well acquainted with, the serenity of an apparent forest seemed far from the usual. fira releases a prominent grumble before beginning to eat.

inclining them to do the same.

jayde also takes a bite of his own meal. relishing in the savory taste with a smile. "it tastes good." he says with no fragment of rush, "thank you." 

never having civility in his work, he at least knew when 'thanks' was essential. or at least, it was something he felt was required in his own warped logic. in the mystery such as itself. 

cait alfric

jayde cross