Alex / Lexy
he / him / his
thirty
december 22
Mistralton, Unova
homosexual demiromantic
sanctuary owner
civilian
TAG WITH @alexei
Alexei Ivanov
the answer [m][c]
POSTED ON Aug 30, 2022 3:57:38 GMT
Maybe he was looking for some semblance of control, after all—the way that some things had slipped beyond his fingers, the way that he couldn’t chase after whatever scenario had happened— Like the death of the other Phione, for one thing. It was like—it was like the two Pokémon knew what the humans were talking about, and this time it was the Duskull that hovered closer to Alexei, trying to touch the other’s cheek with one of its spectral, stubby arms. Zelle, in her own way, turned around to follow the other, trying to get him to stay away, to back off from actually touching her—their—mother, but it was too late for that now! “I’m… I’m sorry,” he sobbed, turning to find the Duskull so close to his face—he didn’t even think about anything, and squeezed Memo’s hands for a few moments before letting go—at least for a bit. Because he couldn’t control himself anymore. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I let you die,” he cried, reaching for the Duskull and actually hugging the specter. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything, I’m so sorry I was too late to save you, you didn’t deserve—you never deserved—you never…you didn’t deserve what happened to you!”And now he was legitimately crying, bawling, arms trembling as he held the Duskull close; for a few moments it was like the spectral form had melted away; shimmering haze of a mirage transforming, temporarily at least—into another Phione whose wet, stubby, fingerless arms reached out to hold him, to hug him back. He didn’t realize that the one that had died—was the one who’d temporarily claimed Zelle’s favorite perch of his head back during the Three-Day War. The perch that Zelle herself defended with much fervor… At least, until now. time for a little history lesson ft. Zelle
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