✧ desi | diamandis ✧
✧ she/her ✧
✧ twenty five ✧
✧ september 23 ✧
✧ lumiose, kalos ✧
✧ bisexual ✧
✧ idol | dj ✧
✧ gym leader ✧
✧ do i know what's real? ✧
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DESIREE BLOOMS
The Art of Realization
POSTED ON Jul 8, 2023 20:55:28 GMT
A smile manifesting upon the center of the white tattoos that spanned across her cheeks at Callan's response, she could not help but retain all of her focus on the words exiting his lips- he had ultimately piqued Desiree's interest, and nothing could break her attention. Not even his kind gesture of feeding her partner Cleffa, Starlight, of which the baby fairy would queal and begin to munch down on the berry that was almost as big as her body. It would not be the first time that Desiree had been involved with an independent label, as TRANCEWAVE was loosely independent in comparison to most other music manufacturers in the country of Kalos. But what happened to cause the pinkette's dreaming heart to flutter more than its unaffiliated stance with major names like Bernstein was that she could tell just how passionate Callan was about this dream of his. Nothing short of admirable, even if he did not have the assets that the big dogs would have, she had to restrain herself from interrupting to lay a hard yes on the table, even if it made that hotdog of a man upset. Hell, she wanted to make him upset after the things he said and did to her. She could still feel the lingering feeling of his spider-like hands crawling across the scars under the tattoos of botanical gardens on her arms and wished to send the feeling right back up his spine. Perhaps this would be the only way, which would be yet another apparent benefit of trusting Callan with his offer. "That's a beautiful dream, Callan, like a million shimmering butterflies in the night, ♡" Her voice would steady itself as she would speak, her heart beginning to beat faster. Though this seemed like the only choice she had, well, other than succumbing to Bernstein's wish, she could not have wished for anything other than what Callan was laying on the table in front of her, metaphorically. It felt like destiny, a similar feeling to when she had found TRANCEWAVE those years ago. ".. And fuck Bernstein, he can choke," A laugh would escape after Desiree's words had parted, reaching down into her purse to grab the card that Bernstein had given to her. When she touched it, it seemed like it was drenched in oil from his greasy hands. Holding it up and tearing it in half, the thick laminate would flutter in pieces onto the ground, to which Cleffa would quickly hop down from the table to gather them and scurry over to the quickest trashcan. How she would get up to throw it in? Who knows, but she would do just that. Though Bernstein was much bigger than her in every facet of her life, she couldn't help but not feel scared within the guitarist's presence. If she were to be made an enemy of that man, if she already had not, she would be pleased that he would be the one. His brief terms and conditions of owning her masters and being able to leave whenever she needed took her back to a similar setting in Kalos, the day she had met the first of many TRANCEWAVE executives. They were almost exactly the same, if not identical, and with the successes she had met upon signing with them, she had no worries in the slightest upon taking him up on his offer. It would be dumb not to, in fact, as she was sure this would make her home away from home feel more comfortable than ever. The shimmering butterflies in the nightscape that was her stomach would only continue to manifest in excitement, her Cleffa rejoining her within her lap after climbing up her white dress; it was time to wage war on the sweaty sausage, and she could not be more impatient to exact her revenge with the power of electric daisies. "Absolutely, Let's~!" A smile wider than the most prominent of dazzling rainbows would form across her face, spanning her hand towards Callan in an attempt to shake on the deal, ".. I haven't felt this way in years, thank you so much, Callan. I'll forever be grateful. ♡"Reaching into her purse to retain a pink heart-adorned envelope hidden in a secret pocket within her sparkling pink acrylic nails, which would appear to be constructed with a similar type of laminate as Bernstein's business card, Desiree would place it in front of Callan's gaze with a smile. If he were to open it, it would release a heart-shaped card with a QR code on it directly under a white and pink swirled 'thank you' in all caps. It would be the only one of its kind. "This will have everything you'll need to contact me once you scan it and will have a few other tidbits you may find interesting to look at," her cerulean optics would dazzle in excitement, standing from her chair and scooping up the Cleffa within her arms, "..thank you again, so so much. I'm going to go get some rest after this long day, but message me with a time and location and I'll be there to continue our discussion. You're the best."Walking away from the white-haired man that frankly, had been her savior of the day, a couple of dazzling tears would fall from her eyes in relief and joy, her heart retaining its rapid-fire beat. If he were to scan the QR code, it would pop up with a private site that he would gain all access to. It would be short but simple, showcasing a full-body modeling image of Desiree adorned in a dress made of crimson flowers surrounded by a sea of fluctuating pink light. The site would play a loop of one of her unreleased songs, SUNSCREEN, of which she had made both the beats and the vocals for entirely alone, accompanied by her new Hoennian phone number. Releasing her Tropius from its pokeball, she would hop on the pink saddle and blast off towards her treehouse home in Fortree, feeling nothing but love and excitement for the future within her heart. It was strange- with being in Callan's presence, she had no time to think of the wretched past that had cloaked her existence like a dark veil. Desiree hoped more than anything it would continue to be that way, even now, and the future seemed rather promising. Dopamine rushed through her veins as she would fly, soaking up the sunlight that shone above her as she thought about names for the new album that she had been able to reinforce hope to release quite soon in the name of Teravolt Records. Shimmering Butterflies.
tags: Callan Young notes: concluding mission and extremely excited for continuation elsewhere ♡¸.•' myself, and desiree, are both so grateful for this opportunity and are so thankful for you toppa!
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