Seraphim
He, Him
27
June 25th
Eterna City, Sinnoh
Heterosexual
Billionaire, Playboy
Head Scientist
"I can't take the pressure....I'm gone beyond repair...."
Into the Unown (S/Nomi)
POSTED ON Dec 4, 2023 23:45:15 GMT
"Where are we?"
"Is this place...important to you?"
He flinched away instinctively from her hand. His heart was racing, the blood was thrumming in his veins, and he could hear his own heartbeat. Everything was so loud all of a sudden, his breathing became erratic, and loud enough that she would hear it through his changer. Stubbornness, his first defense the first mask that he wore. Defiant to the last, the pity that others had looked at him with. That tone in her voice sent him reeling back to that place, and he placed a hand on a pokeball on his belt. Draco wasn't with him, he had told his Dragonite to rest.
That was stupid of him.
He needed Draco here, to protect him from everything.
"It doesn't matter....what this place is to me...." Stubbornness, his voice was shaky as he tried to calm himself down. Closing his eyes, and shaking his head. "Telling you won't get me closer to my goal....No offense Ms. Sato had I know this would happen....I wouldn't have visited you today." Defiant to the last, the walls came right up almost naturally. She had an answer somewhat. "We're not in Hoenn, I'll tell you that." They were going to be stuck together for a while, and so he tapped the side of his helm, and it retracted.
Letting his long silvery hair fall, and his natural voice roam out now that he was composed once again.
"Welcome to Sinnoh." He gave her a wry smile before turning his gaze back to the ruined garden. Flashes of memory played out in front of him, and even if he didn't want to answer her.
The Unown had torn his walls down, the suddenness of where they were had put him off kilter. Suddenly the garden was restored, it was pristine. Filled with flowers of all colors, they were tended to with great care, and love. The laughter of a child could be heard, and if they followed it. They would see a young boy with silvery hair, next to a woman with hair the color of the finest gold. A female Dragonite was beside her, and there was a Dratini next to the boy.
"Amor you have to be gentle with the flowers. You could hurt them if you're not careful, and then they won't grow to be beautiful. Then no one can appreciate them. So try again, this time with a gentler touch." The woman spoke in a rich Kalosian accent.
"But Mom, why do I have to do this? I should be training with father to become strong, how is this going to help me?" The young boy questioned her.
"Because in order to understand strength, you have to first know weakness. These flowers are very weak, and they rely on us to protect them, and nurture them so they can see their full potential. Strength should only ever be used to nurture, and protect." She said before giving him a pat on the head.
This caused the young boy to puff out his cheeks, and run his fingers through his hair, but he was far more delicate with the next flowers that he plucked. So he held it high in the air triumphantly.
"Ha Draco did you see that! We can do this easy!" He boasted puffing out his little chest, and the Dratini let out a high pitched sound in agreement.
The golden haired woman just smiled in amusement, and then the scene vanished, and the garden was in ruins once more.
Naomi Sato
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