SCORN

FROM THE CONCERN OF DOTING PARENTS

THE CULMINATION OF HIS PRIME has demanded more than just his attention. it requires all of him. so small afterthoughts, such as the very scientist that heralded the basis for their work, are forgotten in the aftermath. however, unlike the specters he employs, pioneers of their age, anya does not disappear when the full moon wanes.

“…!”

the balcony door to his condo is left ajar as he rushes out to address her. having her make a ruckus now will do nothing but draw attention to them. not that he doesn’t understand her plight.

“come in,” he says with a reprimanding plea to hush her while she remains outside. his glare is lost at this height but he turns back after making the implication clear.

she’ll find the door unlocked and him waiting for her.

the plain white wall of his living room has been repurposed as their theatre. a projector shows the topography just south of sootopolis.

the ESUNA ISLES and a red blip soaring across the far view map.

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anya fowl

SCORN

FROM THE CONCERN OF DOTING PARENTS

“NOTHING.”

fernando answers with an apathy that still has control over the situation. as sure as mewtwo exists, so too will anya have to ensure they both live. she may not realize it just yet but without fernando, there is no mewtwo.

it is a puppet unaware of the vessel that draws its strings.

“it came to self realization on its own accord.”

a swivel of his chair points him straight at her. the faint runes of the WISH TAG are not etched into his skin as pink scars. with time, these blemishes will heal. but the bond is eternal.

“so its looking for this world’s version of its home.”

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anya fowl

SCORN

FROM THE CONCERN OF DOTING PARENTS

“SUIT YOURSELF,” comes a swift dismissal to her accusation. he has no qualms with being branded a deceiver, having long accepted his role in the world.

“kill you?”

the chair turns with her every step. he faces her unconditionally, a mix of offense and confusion settling across his features.

“don’t be melodramatic, fowl.”

the spot on the map blinks rapidly and fernando foregoes giving her any more attention. for mewtwo to have engaged with someone capable of defeating it goes beyond his calculation. after all, angelo vestri is the only human capable to even reaching the ESUNA ISLES.

it must be some kind of pokemon.

“you still have my poipole,” he goes on, as if to comfort her with reasoning rather than trust or emotion.

“and there is still work to be done.”

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anya fowl

SCORN

FROM THE CONCERN OF DOTING PARENTS

“A LIFE THAT DOES NOT LIVE MEANS NOTHING.”

which isn’t to say that it has to be all powerful. nothing is omniscient. no exceptions. but in the same vein that the world’s shake up allows anya to lavish in drama, so too will fernando double down on carving out his spot at the top.

he kisses her once for good measure. the need to work fill the pit in his throat. a passion reshaped to appreciate all her work thus far.

in love, there is mercy. which is why he spares the elevation until after their lips drift apart.

“we did not create something new.”

now, he knows better.

“there are realities beside our own. we are the last to create it.”

but, they are in fact, the first to be its creator.

“we have much to work on.”

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anya fowl

SCORN

FROM THE CONCERN OF DOTING PARENTS

“IF WE EXIST IN IT—if it exists in it, then yes.”

for all her theatrics, fernando remains coarse and rigid. he is the hardline numbers behind her science. the binary divide between fact and progress.

“you’re free to visit him on your own accord.”

the beeping in the background quiets when mewtwo RECOVERS. fernando worries little about their recreation knowing full well the WISH TAG will cover what they cannot. but he still tracks it.

“it has been registered to a trainer license so it has no predators. no man or pokemon will stifle its freedom.”

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anya fowl

SCORN

FROM THE CONCERN OF DOTING PARENTS

“YES,” is the quick answer. “at least three of them are aware. we have no idea how many worlds exist but we’ve encountered at least that many.”

a deep breath loosens the prudish nature of his explanation. lazy hands undo his tie and when it unravels so too does his inhibitions.

“our poipole comes from one. a fascinating world but not one that poses an immediate threat.”

his physical affections are just that: physical. fernando continues to speak on her debrief, unfazed by the way he starts to let his hands wander.

“in another world the master encyclopedia was born naturally. nature’s last stand against the stagnation of man.”

when he kisses her neck, he looks to leave a mark. no bites. no puncturing. he doesn’t share her bloodlust. this one comes from a more territorial background.

when his tongue leaves skin, he looks to stimulate her beyond just touch and nerves.

“they call it mewtwo.”

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anya fowl

SCORN

FROM THE CONCERN OF DOTING PARENTS

“TEN YEARS AGO, their world would have conquered ours.”

that world is near perfect. it reeks of everything he could have ever wanted. but salvation is only realized in isolation. it is a world that lacks struggle.

the same struggle that fernando has with undoing her blouse. she’s caught him in an ever-long conflict between shedding her sheets or showering her in kisses. impatience doesn’t let him commit to one or the other.

“but we have gotten stronger as of late.”

it is hardships that make them better. that push to evolve.

conflict is the one control fernando believes in.

it is his PROJECT AVALON.

“we must do better.”

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anya fowl