The Liberator
he/him/his
24
April 10
Lavaridge Town
Figuring it Out
Penitent
Renegade
Turned on my friends and brought them pain. I have no right to show I can change. But I gotta try!
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Isaac Merlo
In The Garden of Original Sin [S]
POSTED ON May 14, 2023 22:35:58 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"]導通抵抗 [attr="class","skulloverlap"]BUT HOLD YOUR BREATH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW? [attr="class","skullbody"]Gone.[break][break] One minute, the Fiorelli Floristry was the cornerstone of ana fell's perfect little life. She lived on top of a bakery in Hoenn's most pleasant and beauitful town. She was just a hop, skip, and a jump away from her job at a fairytale wonderland. The owner was like a mother, a sister, and a best friend to her all at once. There, she could spend her days surrounded by flowers and Pokemon, including a humble little plot that she and Isaac had nurtured together.[break][break] Now, all of that was gone.[break][break] Maybe the better question was if any of it existed in the first place. Elisabeth Fiorelli was a Rocket Underboss. The perfect world she'd spun out of seed and soil was, ultimately, secondary to that role. It always was. At best, it was a legitimate overture held up on blackened, blood-stained scaffolding. At worst, it was simply a decoy, a pleasant facade stretched atop the true intentions of an underboss.[break][break] Of course it was. It always was. Team Rocket didn't "do" second priority. It was an all consuming black hole, demanding more and more, whether one realized it or not. One's other pursuits were doomed to either take a backseat to Rocket's obligations, be twisted into serving the organization's needs, or lay crushed before it in ruins to serve as an example.[break][break] Fiorelli Floristry had outlived its usefulness. Thorned vines choked the life from it, squeezing the cottage's bones until they cried for mercy. It was a sickeningly perfect rendition of what he and Cygne had tried to accomplish last Halloween. The flowers lining the grounds were withered and dead, the litany of multicolored petals now a carpet of brown slurry. Isaac fought through the mess, even as it oozed up to his ankles, desperate to search for the field where he and Cygne once tended to their little patch of dahlias.[break][break] They were gone, a bald spot of dust surrounded by a crown of filth and decay.[break][break] Of course. Cygne though the world of Elisa, and Elisa of Cygne. This wasn't the reckless destruction of a symbol of their relationship. This was planned, premeditated, "saving" it while leaving a hideous scar on the land in its wake. They were spared the decay, but to what end? Salvation or damnation, only ashes remained.[break][break] Bothwell Apothecary. A shop set up somewhere Sootopolis City, the icon of sin. A shop pedaling toxins and poisons, the same instruments of decay that sealed the deal on the trade they had made. This wasn't a tragic accident. This wasn't an exit strategy.[break][break] This was free marketing. "Look what we can do now."[break][break] Isaac didn't know how the poisons were developed. He didn't want to know. He knew Cygne was brilliant. He knew Cygne was an achiever. He knew Cygne and he had way different standards on how much murder was acceptable in a relationship. Yet he couldn't bring himself to let that train of thought pull into the station. Instead, he left it sitting outside, foghorn wailing like the ghosts of the damned and headlights blaring down on him.[break][break] A single flower remained, sacrosanct and untouched. A single dahlia, its petals as vibrant and yellow as his hair. Nothing remained of its partner in blue. But maybe that wasn't a surprise. Blue hadn't been Cygne's color for a long, long time. The mottled blacks and reds of decay that had overtaken the cottage were far more her style nowadays. With how the rot surrounded the single spot of yellow, it was as if it was a massive barrier trying to keep Arceus knows what away from it.[break][break] He wondered if, in a fucked-up sense, Cygne had done this all for them. 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