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EPILOGUE:[break]
"Cauchemar"
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Nightmares plague the florist of Petalburg Cottage, whispering of another place that forever haunted her whether she was awake or dreaming.Exhaling, Elisabeth picked up the glittering vial by her dresser and stared at it. She hated this, using a sleeping draught. It wasn't the same as poison, exactly, but it was an elixir all the same, conjured by her Vivillon's sleeping powder into a mixture that ensured hours lost to sleep for anyone who drank from it. [break][break]
Was this what Elisabeth was reduced to, now? Subduing her mind with her own drugs?[break][break]
What pathetic weakness.[break][break]
Her Leafeon nuzzled up against her, curling up beside his mistress to enter a light sleep as he snored gently. The blonde shut her eyes, threw back the vial, and waited for the heavy hammer of sleep to likewise descend upon her.[break][break]
When it did, the impact hit her swift and hard.
"I hate what you've done with your place. Insipid little fairy tale cottage. Something a little girl would think up."[break][break]
The florist recognized the slow, gravelly way that the Dowager Countess spoke before her figure came into view: seated in a plush, velvet armchair that dominated the room as a Salazzle leisurely rested at the older woman's feet. [break][break]
The cloying scent of Casablanca lilies, as always, suffocated the interior of her mother-in-law's parlor, strangling all other senses in its heady intoxication. It wasn't that Elisabeth disliked the flowers.[break][break]
Their fragrance merely erased the scent of everything else.[break][break]
"I imagine you don't hate or feel much of anything anymore, Dowager Countess," Elisabeth replied coolly, leaning back in her own seat,
"considering that you're dead."[break][break]
A wheezing cackle answered, the wrinkles around the crone's eyes crinkling with amusement.
"Dead, am I? Then I suppose I have you to thank for my immortality, girl. I can't think of anyone else living who would let me live in the cobwebs of their mind, as you do."[break][break]
"You were hardly invited in."[break][break]
Elisabeth was beginning to get better at this, piecing apart which nightmares were real and which were not. Although this didn't accomplish much of significance, truthfully. Her lucid dreaming granted her no power over the looms of her nightmares; the shadows of her past were plucked and re-woven into whatever ghastly recollections her subconscious saw fit to show her.[break][break]
The dowager's squinty eyes fell to the untouched cups and saucers upon the table, then flitted up to meet Elisabeth's icy stare.
"Is my tea suddenly not to your liking?"[break][break]
"I prefer to prepare my own food and drink now, thank you," she replied simply.[break][break]
"Hah!" The loud sound startled the Salazzle into letting out a low hiss of irritation at its mistress, who grinned wickedly, showing a mouth of tea-stained teeth.
"Not as stupid as you look, then. Good, good."[break][break]
Bracelets jangled on the noblewoman's wrists as she reached down to scratch the Salazzle's long neck, soothing the creature as it thumped its tail with delight.[break][break]
"I take credit for that, you know. This hardness in you."[break][break]
Whatever reaction that the statement was meant to invoke in Elisabeth, she refused to give it. Her gaze remained blank, her expression devoid of emotion.
"I owe nothing to you or your family."[break][break]
"Oh that's not true, is it, dearie? We're alike, you and I, in so many ways." A withered hand reached forward to touch Elisabeth's cheek, the touch earning a brief flinch from the florist and nothing more.
"I always thought my son would be my greatest achievement. Ironic that it was you, the daughter I never wanted."[break][break]
Elisabeth pulled away, the faintest hint of disgust ringing through her words:
"I already have a mother."[break][break]
"And we're both dead, but I'm the only one your mind is reviving, aren't I?" The older woman's lips twisted into a terrible mockery of a grin.
"Are you certain that you're not grateful for all those books I left behind for you to find? Your little basement filled with the knowledge I bequeathed you?"[break][break]
Her voice lowered, its cadence almost menacing.[break][break]
"Did your own mother teach you what you needed to survive in this world? Or only how to grieve it with pretty flowers?"[break][break]
Silence descended like a guillotine as Elisabeth directed a glare at the ghost so frigid, it could freeze her blossoms dead in the heat of summer.[break][break]
The old woman's grin widened, her mouth splitting apart into maddened laughter.
"Oh, that stoic act of yours doesn't work on me, girl. I knew you before you learned how to wear a mask, remember?"[break][break]
"Neither you nor Édouard ever knew me," the blonde said, the words at once soft as a whisper and hard as steel.[break][break]
"No? But I know that I frighten you."A plaintive mewling stirred Elisabeth awake, her braid coming undone as her Leafeon batted at it in an impatient bid for his mistress's attention. She rubbed the sleep from her tired eyes, the residual dizziness of the draught leaving her body aching. [break][break]
"Vile creature," she muttered, only for Clover to pout indignantly.
"Oh, not you, Clover. You're lovely. Thank you for waking me."[break][break]
Outside the window, the dim final hours of night remained in full effect, although some of her Pokemon had already begun to tend to the gardens. Her Scizor, Amaranth, was pulling at the weeds, while her Goodra splashed water from her tail on the budding gardens. The flash of scales in the starlight revealed the florist's own Salazzle slithering through the tall grass, prepared to scare away any pests that dared to intrude on their solitude.[break][break]
Elisabeth's eyes followed the lizard Pokemon for a moment, lost to contemplation.[break][break]
"You don't frighten me," she murmured, resting her forehead in her hands. A throbbing headache had begun to form, exhausting her beyond the point of slumber.
"None of the dead frighten me anymore."[break][break]
I frighten myself.CAST:
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Dowager Countess Bortiforte: Elisabeth's late mother-in-law. Mistress of Bortiforte Manor until her death.[break]
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Georgiana Fiorelli: Elisabeth's late mother, baroness of a small barony outside of Camphrier Town. A Kalosian watercolour painter. Taught her daughter gardening and the language of flowers.[break]
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Édouard Bortiforte: Elisabeth's late husband. CEO of Bortiforte Industries, a Kalosian security and asset management company. Ranked a count in the nobility.[break][break]
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