of mourning

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park

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Vermillion City, Kanto

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beauty

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Selene Morikawa

of mourning

POSTED ON Nov 25, 2024 21:15:29 GMT

[attr="class","selene"]She hadn't received a call. She hadn't even so much as seen a message from an unknown number appear on her rotom phone.

Selene was convinced that Wyatt Rodgers wasn't interested in seeing her again. It didn't matter that they weren't a couple anymore — she missed her friend, and to see him so closed off, shut down, and hiding his emotions... it broke her heart.

But, if he moved along, she needed to too. One happenstance meeting shouldn't ruin the progress she'd made in kalos.

Sitting at one of the shrines alongside Mt. Pyre, Selene lit an incense. Most people came her to pray over their deceased Pokemon.

She was there for something else.

[attr="class","selenetag"]Wyatt Rodgers | rituals

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Wyatt Rodgers

of mourning

POSTED ON Nov 26, 2024 1:03:59 GMT

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Mt. Pyre sits quietly in Hoenn. Graves had to moved from Kanto, and being the last remaining Rodgers kid, it was... his choice. To put them somewhere where they could actually rest. That, for Wyatt, was Hoenn.[break][break]

Really, it was picked due to relative closeness. Johto? No way. Sinnoh? No chance. It'd let them rest in peace where they always wanted to go. The beaches of Hoenn, on Lilycove. He'd almost forgotten about them. But a chance encounter with an old flame burned harder. So he sat there. Alone.[break][break]

Unknown to him, he may have been watched.[break][break]

"Hey Mom. Hey Pop." he rubbed his neck. Back then, he barely was responsive at the funeral, let alone seeing their graves. This was the first word they got in years. "I got you flowers. So." He places them down on the graves made for them. Dahlia and Eric Rodgers, held one bouquet.[break][break]

"..." He didn't wear shades today. But he just looked dead inside. Like he did in that black suit, during that dark and rainy day.[break][break]

Wyatt Rodgers died that day too.

Selene Morikawa[break][break]

NOTES

- OUTFIT[break]
- Wyatt is already at the grave. He brought flowers, but he's still reserved and closed off. Funerals and death break anyone.[break]
- He's not wearing shades. But he doesn't look okay. He's just staring forward, a thousand yards of nothing.

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Lena

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Vermillion City, Kanto

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beauty

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Selene Morikawa

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POSTED ON Nov 26, 2024 1:17:56 GMT

[attr="class","selene"]Selene didn't expect to be beaten here. Nor did she expect to see Wyatt at the graveside when she was on her way to pay her respects. Truly, she was going to find a spot to sit down at and pray.

She didn't know that their graves had been moved.

So, when she spotted Wyatt, sitting in front of two headstones, she froze. A part of her told her to leave. He deserved time alone with his family and to grieve.

But, if she left... when would she see him again?

In the end, it was a selfish decision that drove Selene to walk forward, incense in hand, and stop behind him. If she had been his lover, she would've touched his back to announce her presence. She wanted to hold him tight.

Instead, she cleared her throat.

"I didn't expect to run into you."

[attr="class","selenetag"]Wyatt Rodgers | rituals

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Wyatt Rodgers

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POSTED ON Nov 27, 2024 3:18:55 GMT

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There she is again.[break][break]

Honestly, it seemed obvious, in hindsight. Some twisted part of him wanted her to come. This was a hell he knew far too well, and even now, the fog here in Mt. Pyre did not bring peace. Peace was for a Wyatt without troubles. The same delinquent kid who got into fights, put tape on his nose from how it broke, and looked cool in front of the girl got to have peace.[break][break]

When you're a kid, peace is something you take for granted, because the moment that reality sets in, peace evaporates. When the reality check comes, it brings nothing but pain with it.[break][break]

Eh. Enough feeling sorry for himself.[break][break]

"Nah. You were goin' to. I got your number after all." He holds up the card to the perfumery, and shakes it, that little note not lost on him. If they were lovers, he'd have a smarmy shit-eating grin. Now, it's just neutral.[break][break]

"I haven't seen them since the funeral. Not even when they were moved." He turns back, with all the melancholy and dread on his shoulders, like a mantle he always carried around that no one saw. Not the ladies and gents he flirted with. No one knew.[break][break]

Identity is weird, in the sense that people only see what you want them to see.

Selene Morikawa[break][break]

NOTES

- OUTFIT[break]
- Selene's here. He kinda had a feeling. He just doesn't really respond jovially. He's James Sunderland sadge.[break]
- He waves her card in his fingers, and admits he hasn't seen his parents since they moved. He's neutral.

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Selene Morikawa

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POSTED ON Nov 27, 2024 3:57:17 GMT

[attr="class","selene"]The card he waved between his fingers was enough of an invitation for her to step forward. Slowly, Selene came closer, stopping when her knees could press close to his back. Close enough for him to grab her and pull her against him.

She knelt down to the side of him, settling beside him on the ground. There was a small breadth of space she left between them, but he felt like an ocean away.

Selene was then very conscious of how close their knees were.

"Why now?" she asked him, staring ahead at the gravestones rather than at him. Because she knew, if she was this close and looked at him-

She'd break. She'd become selfish and hurt him again.

"I'm sorry. You don't need to answer my question."

She reeled herself in, becoming distant like he was. It was a sad attempt to push him away, even though she was the one who stepped over the boundary by sitting beside him.

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