illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
nikki's garden
POSTED ON Apr 17, 2020 22:54:19 GMT
day breaks overhead and the beginnings of a sunrise slowly settle into the sky. it's a pretty sight, really... even if she is more of a sunset, oranges and pinks blending into stars kind of girl. her attention is momentarily snagged by the painting of the sky, tugged away from the open notebook in her lap. the pen settles into the crevice of the spine where pages meet and mesh together. there's some pink in this one, not as much as the sunsets as of late but enough to bleed into the clouds and tint them a rosy color. light slowly spreads across the entirety of her garden and she, nestled in the center on a small fuzzy blanket, makes a mental note to get outside and see the sun climb in the sky more often. it's not like she isn't awake when it begins... sleep is far from a friend for the dark haired woman and anything is better than staring blankly at the suffocating walls of her room for another morning. besides, the way the colors blend around the moon's final goodbyes is almost serene. it fills her bones with something she can't describe. perhaps a calmness she has never known, the existence of frantic and chaotic energy ebbing away at the sheer sight. of course, it's never that simple with illeana reyes. that sort of frantic air is practically part of her personality by now and it's far too stubborn to just release its grasp on her at the sight of a pretty sky. it clings and claws with sharp nails, embedding itself further into her skin at the sound of buzzing. it's a soft sort of hum at first, like the whirring of electricity. and then, it grows louder like a crescendo and she's startling like a scared animal. the sound almost seems to echo and vibrate off the plants around her, leaves trembling beneath the pressure of wind and buzzing. so much so that she can't even begin to pretend she has an inkling of where it's coming from. all she knows is that there's something out there and god, that noise is slightly terrifying. turns out, it's just a bug but... why is it so loud? and why does it have such sharp... horns? are those horns? oh god, so sharp and pointy. she'd really hate to be on the receiving side of those things. bandages aren't fun, that much she's currently well aware of, and her skin doesn't need any more scars than it already has. ah, but it's extremely interested in her garden and her poor berries will suffer if this continues. and so, the woman pipes up, soft and uncertain at first, eyes never straying from the sharp ends of the beedrill's stingers. "um," she starts, wincing at the way her voice sounds. "i don't think you'd end up liking this garden all that much." as if to prove her point, the woman rises and gestures toward the small plants. "i don't have a green thumb so these things might end up dying soon... i'd hate for you to be without food, you know?"and then, as she always does, she's offering up her own services instead with a soft smile placed upon glossy lips. "my house would be better for you," illeana glances toward the gentle glow of her porch light, toward the kitchen window and a curious shieldon named nugget who has currently plastered his face against the glass to get a closer look. "if you'd like that, of course. it's your decision, after all, but it might be nicer inside? more food options!" a little giggle follows before she falls into silence, patient and waiting to see if she'll be accepted or stung. garden uwu
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