Alex / Lexy
he / him / his
thirty
december 22
Mistralton, Unova
homosexual demiromantic
sanctuary owner
civilian
TAG WITH @alexei
Alexei Ivanov
all stories, unfinished
POSTED ON Apr 9, 2022 19:50:52 GMT
At the question, he balked momentarily. “Memo… there is a reason why I prefer taking care of avians… they’re easier to keep track of. Without you I’d be so hopelessly lost as to where I plant shit. I’m a bad plant parent as it is,” he replied with an embarrassed chuckle. Up in the skies above them, a singular pair of eyes this time, was watching them just in case another fucking distortion appeared and caused chaos. Hopefully not today. The Noivern circled around high above them, while back down on the ground… “Oh my god, she’s beautiful,” he remarked upon seeing what the candy-colored foal had become—a mighty, pastel-colored mare. “…mine looks weird. Wait, lemme show you.”He then swiped through his phone until he found the picture of his own candy-themed Rapidash… harassing a Rookidee. Oops, not the best picture, but… “Yeah… mine is an absolute shithead compared to Zuza over here,” he continued as he absentmindedly scratched at her candy-colored mane. A few moments later he saw a Sandshrew trying to get his attention. Aww, how cute! “You have the nicest—” he trailed off as he picked up the Sandshrew (who really wanted the attention) and held her as best as he could manage, little stubby arms wiggling for attention. “She’s so friendly,” he remarked—and then strange shit started happening. Something appeared out of the ground—a white rock—and it was automatic. While balancing the Sandshrew in one hand, he passed the other sharpie marker to Memo and let him go first. Once he was done writing, though, the fact of the matter that he saw his own name there on the rock made him—blush. More like, his ears started to burn red. “You—” he trailed off, looking away, embarrassed all of a sudden. Willing his ears to go back to normal before they exploded and made him even more embarrassed, he then (regretfully) put the Sandshrew back down on Zuza’s back before crouching down and wielding his own Sharpie pen like a sword. ‘TO WHOM ARE YOU THANKFUL?’ Well, shit, that was a loaded question. Truth be told, there were… so many people… he wasn’t sure who would take precedence first considering that his life only ever really started after he ran away from home all those years ago. “Man, this is a lot. It’s hard to choose…” he said with the tiniest of sighs, before pondering where to even damned start, really. Was writing down more than one name allowed? Because there were so many…Victor Wexler , the very first friend he’d ever made back home in Mistralton;
Alethea Ivanova and Adelaide Whiteley , his sestras, they who mean the world to him;
Zahra Belsky , crazy little клубничный котенок that she is;
Billi Marsh , for being the best drag son a drag mother could ever ask for;
angelo vestri and Locke Jamison , fellow bird brained enthusiasts of the best type ever (anyone else who disagrees can go fight him);
Isra Nightingale and Selena Desmarais , wherever they were now—the ladies that brought more than just a little spice to his daily life;
Ruby Walker , sweet young girl;
@mattis , oh stubborn one, and the very first friend he’d made upon arriving in Hoenn a decade ago;
…and of course he kept the last thoughts to himself because holy shit the last person he was thinking of was right there with him!After a few moments of indecision, he continued to scribble— ‘быть живым.’ And just in case the danged rock didn’t understand a single letter of Cyrillic, he quickly scrawled underneath it, ‘being alive’, because as it was he was literally living with the shadow of death chasing him at every turn whenever he did something reckless, or dangerous, or even both.
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