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Hades' fur is warm but coarse. He had never been the type of companion that was comfortable to cuddle into. He had never been graced with that sort of capacity, nor had he ever yearned for it. Even this small bout of affection, of closeness, is enough to make him uncomfortable. But still he stays still, careful not to move, not to jostle her, because he knows better than to show his discomfort.[break][break]
All that matters is her and Emma.[break][break]
His body tenses both when the door slams shut because of the wind, and because Freya abandons his side to fly to the door. He can smell her fear, he can smell Lyune's confusion and Emma's rage. She's so angry, so confused, so full of pain and fear and it's all so much.[break][break]
And his hackles raise in response to Lyune's aggression. In that moment, he would throw himself in front of her to be eaten if it meant keeping her safe. But Freya's Dragonair coil in front of her, protecting her, and he isn't sure whether to step in anymore. He's been replaced by larger, stronger Pokemon. Pokemon who can actually stand a chance.[break][break]
Emma's eyes are wild with anger as the dragon turns on her. She knows she's not indestructible and yet she isn't afraid of him, not really. Her fear stems from the vast unknown, the inability to fix him. She's never understood why he acts this way, why he suddenly turns into a spiral of rage and hate and confusion. She's never understood how Pokemon operate, how similar to humans they truly are.[break][break]
He thrashes, angry that his one wing doesn't raise with the other, and he seems confused yet again that he can't fly. That he's stuck here endlessly, stuck on this disgusting, wet, cold island and there's nothing he can do about it. [break][break]
Freya's voice distracts Emma and she instinctively steps in front of her to guard her, unsure whether Lyune would attack. He's done it before, he would do it again. He's unpredictable, messy.[break][break]
"Freya, don't--"[break][break]
She starts but is relieved to see the beast submit, his body shrinking as he accepts their authority, recognizes their scent. Perhaps it's the salt in the air that distracts and disorients him. It confuses Emma always.[break][break]
Emma snatches the fish from the Dragonite, perhaps too aggressively. She's angry but she can't voice it, she can't pick up her emotions, they just keep falling between her fingers. She doesn't know what's eating her up inside, and she's angry that she can't help herself.[break][break]
"He's relaxed, I'll go deal with the fish."[break][break]
She's curt, she's aching, she wants to be alone, she thinks.
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