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
tapu leleana [c]
POSTED ON Aug 19, 2020 19:29:47 GMT
[attr="class","illie"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]there's no going back now, no changing the tension between them. it grows into something akin to a monster and where she'd normally cower, she finds strength. the side of him he puts on display is something she thought she'd never see but it's familiar in a way she despises. not quite touching on that of her parents but enough to make her skin crawl. tapu lele can see the animosity rising in its avatar's body, can practically taste the emotions that rise as a result. and where it might be concerned for her, it isn't. instead, it's curious to see how far she'll push this. how far would illeana reyes go for the deity? that, in itself, lays the groundwork for the choice made in a flower field. she would go to great lengths. sacrificial lengths for tapu lele, for alex, for anyone but herself. and maybe that makes her easy prey but there's no changing it. this is who she is, who she's always been. "i can learn about it," she supplies. her arms tighten over her chest, knuckles slowly bleeding into white. "and if i can't, then fernando can show me." the mention is with purpose now, as if a button being pushed will make her feel better. it doesn't, it never will. "you say i know nothing but i know that it picked me, that it believes in me which is more i can say about it than you right now."he backs away and she lets him. the scales pick up in velocity, once idle things now beginning to rotate and swirl in the mist. it's pretty but dangerous, like playing with a flame. the higher her emotions rise, the more they swirl. and eventually, a small gust picks up in the confines of his living room, rustling her hair and sending it billowing. the scales linger by her side for now. "i think you're scared of what you don't know," she comments, falling silent moments later. there's nothing else for her to add, no further input. his opinion is his own and she can't change it. and damn, does she wish she could. if she could change what happened to his arm, what happened with the scales, maybe this wouldn't hurt so much.
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