illie, sap sipper
she/her
26
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist
head professor
oh, drunken gods of slaughter, you know i've always been your favorite daughter.
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illeana reyes
don't tap the glass [m]
POSTED ON Apr 25, 2020 19:15:49 GMT
[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"]it takes a few moments for her mind to process that he's caught her in the middle of a lie, caught her red handed. and yet, he doesn't comment on it. instead, it's the tense air to his posture that gives his subtle understanding away. perhaps that's why her hand stills on mare's head again, fingers slightly trembling as the weight of realization settles against her shoulders. she wasn't convincing enough, wasn't sure of the mask she tried to slip on, and it showed too much of the vulnerability beneath. the fragile girl beneath peeks through and she's unable to hide the existence of it. how do people even do that? others make it look so easy, as simple as breathing, but she? she struggles to even keep her anxiety in check, let alone the dozens of emotions fluttering through her veins all at once. it's dizzying, overwhelming, nauseating. there's the anxiety that he'll mention it, that he'll pry and she'll come undone. he doesn't, however, but it never leaves. instead it clings with bony fingers and a cruelty that leaves her skin purple beneath the pressure. his smile helps to ease the mood, release the awkward tension before it fully settles in the air around them, and she's allowing a giggle to breathe past her lips. "really?" a dark eyebrow quirks up, a smile settles, and she's falling into a slight flirting without even realizing. "maybe you aren't giving yourself enough credit." then, a pause, and she's scrunching her nose at him, an almost teasing gleam in her eye. it's easy to do, natural to slip into the skin of a different person to match the situation. sure, she's a bundle of nerves and anxieties but something about a joke, a tease, has her rising to the occasion. "or you're gonna be the first to go if a criminal says dance or die." her shoulders roll themselves in a shrug and she's laughing and in the dim glow of aquatic tanks, it almost feels like she's okay. a fleeting moment of ease, of peace, and then it's gone as quickly as it comes and she's settling back into that odd sensation of existing yet not. half here, half gone, all she's ever been and all she will ever be. her eyes dart around the room, settling on the luvdisc for a brief moment, perhaps lingering a little too long for her liking, and then they're retreating back to his. part of her expects to find him watching his ludicolo or the people that quietly shuffle past. and yet, she locks eyes with him and the slight realization that he was observing her has her cheeks dusting a light shade of pink. he flashes a small smile, one she returns with her own little quirk of the corners of her lips. laughter slips past the smile, cheeks deepening in color at the wink. it's harmless, she knows, but still... the concept of another winking at her always gets her flustered? it's a reflex, maybe? or, she's simply just flustered by the slightest bit of attention, the slightest tease. nevertheless, she plays along with his joke, side eyeing the children gathered around his ludicolo. "shh," she whispers, a hand rising to place a finger in front of her lips. "they can't know you're on to them yet." and then, she's giggling and it almost makes up for the awkwardness from earlier. her lips part as if she wants to say something, wants to offer a rebuttal but the words die in her throat. instead, there's a brief look of pondering that rises and she's glancing between the two, unable to stop herself from picking apart the words and analyzing everything about them. the meanings, the tones, the syllables. and then, she's found enough footing to respond, dark gaze drifting away from his ludicolo to linger on his face. "i don't think it's a matter of being enough for him," she murmurs. "as long as you two enjoy each other's company, that's all that matters. besides, maybe there's a balance between you two." in a way, the world continues to spin due to balance. good and evil, light and dark, exciting and boring. one can't exist without the other and perhaps the relationship between him and his ludicolo is the same in the end. without one, the other wouldn't be as them as they are now. and so, she offers a soft smile, a hand rising to run through her hair. she provides no further commentary, however, deciding she's content with allowing silence to creep in. if she were to speak, she'd overstep and the thought of that keeps her from giving in to impulse. [attr="class","illietag"]@matthew [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass]
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