The Peacemaker
She / Her
32
January 25
Pallet Town, Kanto
Heterosexual...?
Veterinarian
Head Prof / Major
My legacy is in the lives I save
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Eva Morales
Dr. Eva Morales's Laboratory
POSTED ON Mar 8, 2023 21:14:32 GMT
PART II: CLOSURE
How does a healer heal? It was unexpected to see her land just outside the house on the back of Rayquaza, of all things. The legendary disappeared, leaving only the lost daughter. A broken and fragile thing - that much was obvious. The tears she cried weren’t only due to their reunion. They cried together, father and daughter, locked in an embrace that made up for years of lost ones.
Adam wasn’t one to cry, a stoic, serious man with the physique and demeanor of a rocky Rhydon. The last time he cried was when he buried her.
At the sight of his daughter alive, all anger was lost and replaced with nothing but joy. Not a single word was uttered about betrayal nor did he impose guilt upon her. They simply basked in each other’s presence and spent days talking while they worked what was left of the ranch, stepping back into a routine like nothing strange ever happened.
Slowly he coaxed it out of her - the reasons why she seemed so lost. Anger bubbled in his chest but the only thing he offered was understanding and support. She could stay here as long as she liked, forever is what he hoped for. He knew his daughter better than that and from what he’d learned, her destiny laid far beyond the reaches of this little ranch outside Pallet Town.
Eva didn’t visit this place often, even when she was a child. The tall, old willow had always seemed oppressive. Below it lie the grave of her mother, a somber reminder that loss was too common. Eva replaced the wildflowers wilting at the base of the grave, her fingers gently tracing the words etched in stone forever.
Evelyn Blaire Morales Mother. Wife. Rider. The kindest woman in all of Kanto
“She’d be very proud of who you have become,” Adam said behind her, his low voice flowing in a rhythmic cadence, gentle and soothing.
“Are you sure about that?” Eva responded, her tone far more hesitant as she adjusted the flowers to sit just right against the gray, “I don’t feel like she would be,” at least not right now.
Adam gently coaxed her off her knees, pulling her into another embrace before looking down into her bright green eyes. She looked just like her mother.
“Positive, especially right now,” he affirmed, reading her mind, “When I lost your mother I was broken too. The loneliest I’ve ever been despite being surrounded by you and your brothers. I didn’t have time to mourn because you all needed me to be strong. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss her,” his own green eyes shifted to the grave but then moved to the one beside it.
Eva Lynn Morales Daughter. Hero. Healer. The strongest woman in all of Kanto. Her selfless sacrifice inspired many.
“When I lost you,” he continued, exhaling slowly at the painful memories that flooded the forefront of his mind, “I was more broken than ever. I was nothing, a shell of myself, drowning in grief over something I couldn’t change,” he held her tighter at the thought, “It’s ok to mourn, it’s ok to feel broken, but what’s not ok is depriving the world of you because someone else stole your purpose and let it burn,” he tilted her head up to make sure she understood, “The world needs Eva Morales, not Eva Silph or whoever the fuck you were gonna be,” He could feel her tense uncomfortably at the name, no doubt salt rubbed into a fresh wound, “I still stand by those words,” his head subtly nodded towards her gravestone, “You’re the strongest woman I’ve had the pleasure of learning from, don’t let anyone prove me wrong.”
He knew it was different to lose someone to death. Hope was a powerful thing and as long as MATIAS SILPH was alive, she’d cling to a hope that he would one day choose her. Adam hoped that in the meantime, she’d grow past it, elevate to a station above the need for approval and acceptance from him. She was meant for so much more than a simple man.
“C’mon, hon,” he gave her a quick kiss on the top of the head, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to lead her back to the house, “There’s some people I want you to meet,” the somber look in his eyes turned mischievous and he grinned, “They’ll be excited to meet their hero.”
Stay tuned for Part III: CONSPIRACY
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