Lisa Bortiforte
She/Her
31
August 30
Camphrier Town, Kalos
Bi/Heteroromantic
Bioterrorist
Underboss
Bury me in the roses and rot; I'll come back thorned.
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Elisabeth Fiorelli
Painted Sky [M, VV]
POSTED ON Aug 30, 2022 4:23:42 GMT
[attr=class,elisafont] [googlefont=Meddon] Le Coucher du Soleil [break][break] [break] Being called by her first name, strangely, didn't startle her; rather, it pleased her in a slow, surprised way, one that Elisabeth reflected in the smile she returned to Dahlia in kind.
"Ah, well. Perhaps that's for the best, in the end. That we are all accountable for our own actions."
Elisabeth shrugged, her emerald eyes mirroring the golden sparks that sang in the sky overhead. She could hear the rustle of her Sunkern getting comfortable, leaning against the sleeping Stoutland snugly.
"Better to control our own behaviour, than to allow others to control ours for us. Even if that makes collaboration a trial."
"but you never know, elisabeth. taking care of a region could be compared to tending one's garden."
Suddenly she rolled over on the towel, her golden hair spilling behind her with the motion as she regarded the commissioner thoughtfully, propped up on an elbow to face her directly.
"Perhaps," Elisabeth admitted, a sort of slyness revealed in that single word. "I'll admit to glimpsing the snakes that slither in your grass, the rocks that attempt to choke what growth you seek to nurture, and the weeds that are left behind due to the neglect of others."
Though the way she looked at Dahlia now was not in an accusatory manner. Instead, it was one of commiseration, paired with a sort of resigned amusement at the way their gardens both were overgrown, albeit in different ways.
"Gardening is a great deal of thankless work, isn't it, Dahlia?"
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