She/Her
26
February 2/14
Nimbasa City
Pansexual
Rocket/Painter
Grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Rhydia Ver
GOODBYE GALAR: RUSTED SHIELD
POSTED ON Jul 3, 2023 6:59:27 GMT
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’Seris, you’ve grown so much so soon… you’re making your mother feel like an old lady, you know?’ Rhydia uttered those words half heartedly at the dinner table that only they were allowed to use, speaking to the child whom she brought into the world 15 years before. Her very own flesh and blood, the only ‘human’ thing she felt like she ever produced.[break][break]
’That’s not true. You don’t feel a day older than 30, do you mother?’ Just like a parent knew their child, children tended to understand their parents rather well if they communicated with one another. For Seris Ver, Crown Prince of Ballonlea, understanding people was part of his duties as a member of the royal family. A king who did not understand the hearts of men was no king at all, or so he was taught.[break][break]
Seris’ Mother, Rhydia Ver, was an eccentric and truly bizarre woman. She was not born a noble, nor did she come any substantial wealth to gain that title. She became one of three royals through merits alone, standing beside the peasantry of Ballonlea twenty years ago at the dawn of the Fantasy Kingdom’s establishment.[break][break]
Without her aid, as well as the aid of King jayden cross and luka chêne , Ballonlea may have been destroyed in the battle that rallied the peasantry into establishing a monarchy in the first place.[break][break]
The tale of the King and Queens was one fit for heroes, yet… just a look in his Mother’s eyes was always enough to tell Seris that she could never be a hero. The stories she told, the art she created, the kingdom she established and even the simplest gaze into her eyes told him- her own flesh and blood- that that woman would never properly be human enough to be a hero.[break][break]
Her eyes that only saw people as backdrops on a canvas could never connect with the hearts the laid behind them. She’d merely observe and twist and bend and break and snap them however best fit her muse, professing that to be her love, exclaiming that they were more beautiful that way, when their insides were laid bare and their ugliness made the world more beautiful by contrast.[break][break]
He loved that part of her, because he was just as twisted- no, more. He loved the part of her that just couldn’t be part of this world- that couldn’t see it as a reality any other time but during a calamity. His own mother, his own birth giver looked at him like a thing to be used all the time and he could tell…[break][break]
—but when everything looked like it was falling apart, and a calamity loomed overhead, she always developed a beautiful and human smile that reached her eyes, as if her true self was hidden behind a deception that required the world to crumble before she would reveal it.[break][break]
”Hm~ Thirty-One, actually.”[break][break]
After all, she truly did feel as if the last change in her life was his birth.[break][break]
Charging through that battlefield with his sword drawn, Seris felt alive. He felt as if he was truly a person living in his world, fighting a calamity for the sake of the people he would one day rule. As the Black Knight and the Skeleton relentlessly clashed with one another, the people like Rhyd- like his Mother worked in tandem with their Pokémon to thin the herd and slay the beasts that led the Skeleton’s armies.[break][break]
At one point he turned to see if she was alright, a moment’s worry overtaking him somehow.[break][break]
She was focused, working hard for the sake of her people, all without a smile on her face. Despite the calamity present, it hadn’t stirred her heart, leaving her exterior just as alien and distant as it usually was in his eyes. The Queen of Fantasy scarcely had time for grim realities like this one, the battlefield was tragic, but it was the stars that burned brightly and disappeared that made those canvases in her mind worth painting.[break][break]
Just as he thought that, just as he understood the alien logic she operated off of, his heart is pierced by sludge. In an instant, the rising star Seris Ver was destroyed from the inside, and collapsed. A single second’s lapse in judgement proved fatal, as was normal for a battlefield.[break][break]
However… he was fine with this outcome. Even as his vision blurred and numerous medics cleared a path forwards towards him alongside his Mother, he wasn’t ashamed of how he went out.[break][break]
”Mother… I… I-”[break][break]
”Shh… don’t speak. I understand.” She whispered to him despite the roar of battle, speaking as if there was nothing but the two of them in the Wild Area.[break][break]
Her hand ruffled his hair and cupped his cheek, staying in place even as the crimson fluid leaking from his lips stained her skin red. ”Rest, Seris. We’ll start your painting lessons in the morning…”[break][break]
He couldn’t see her face as she spoke, as his vision was already fading.[break][break]
”Then… I’ll close my eyes for a while… see you when the… dreams… end…”[break][break]
He gained clarity in his last moments, his eyes giving him one last look of the woman who birthed him, of the inhuman Queen of Fantasy who could only smile at tragedies.[break][break]
He wondered before if she even truly loved him. Not as an art piece, but as a son. Even at his young age, he wondered if he alone was important enough to her to be more than part of a grander canvas.[break][break]
Looking up at her like that, it was him who was left smiling as he breathed his last.[break][break]
How couldn’t he smile? His last moments were spent looking up at his mother wearing a smile that reached her eyes.[break][break]
He was enough for her… even in this world, he was real to her.[break][break]
”Of course Seris… I’ll see you again when the dreams end…”[break][break]
She watches many unleash their frustrations upon the Skeleton when the opportunity arises. She sees her people unleash their negativity upon the soaring beast that took so much away from them, viewing it as a greater, supreme evil than the Black Knight.[break][break]
Waving her brush through the air, she paints a new reality into place atop the Black Knight, infinity energy coalescing in a single place to attempt to crush it with PSYCHIC.[break][break]
She doesn’t hate the Black Knight, honestly. Without it, she would’ve never realized she loved parts of her current world enough to fight to the death for. Violent as it was and lethal as it had been, it was a beautiful piece of extraterrestrial art, a wondrous splash of color upon a drab canvas.[break][break]
—but the Black Knight failed to meet her standards as a splash of color. It merely changed the piece, it didn’t dominate and overwrite it utterly like the Skeleton.[break][break]
Despite all it did, the Skeleton gave to Rhydia a gift unlike any other, it provided to her with perspective, a gaze at a wholly unique piece within another. Necrozma had given her a calamity, yes, but…[break][break]
Watching the life leave her own blood, her own son… holding him within her arms as he faded into his own endless dream was… it was just sublime! She couldn’t describe it as anything worse than a true disaster, a nightmare within a dream that she didn’t ever want to wake up from![break][break]
Nothing could compare to that profound loss! Not even her own mother’s color was so beautiful! She could only dream of delivering a Master Stroke so immaculate, so steeped in tragedy that it turned the entire hellscape around her into a fantasyland she could frolic within for another forty years if need be![break][break]
Ahh… she was shivering, her body was positively fucking trembling! It was like every nerve ending and pleasure receptor from her toes to the tip of her head had gone haywire all at once.[break][break]
”Max Darkness, Clair! Please! Add a final stroke and end this all!”She screamed out her order, mania finally bursting forth from the floodgates she’d so barely managed to keep locked ever since she last saw her own Mother. Why even bother conceal it? This high was something that simply couldn’t be topped… this fantasy truly had surpassed reality.
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