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fingers run through her hair, julie relishing in the gentle autumn breeze that tickles her cheeks. she has lost much of the pushiness she “originally” possessed, but this mika still humored her, cheeks rosy with that shyness that never really goes away, no matter how much time has passed between them. it was one of the things that made julie weak for her.
Mika Nakayama was never bold in her physical touch, but still allowed julie to invade their personal space. [break][break]
like they were the bright sun and a teeny passerby planet, one orbiting the other.[break][break]
mika allowed julie to revolve around her and julie would always take the opportunity.[break][break]
with a hum, mika twirls julie’s ombre locks around their finger, letting it slip and laughing gently as it tickles julie’s features. from her place upon their lap, she pouts up at the ranger, but mika offers an easy smile that placates her easily enough.[break][break]
“you were saying, jules?” mika urges, allowing julie to lace their fingers together, watching as she presses their knuckles to her lips.[break][break]
julie blinks, pausing for a moment. what was it that she and dream mika were speaking of, before she unknowingly entered the scene?[break][break]
my family… comes her own voice in an echo, her eyes closing momentarily.[break][break]
right. my family.[break][break]
“you’ve already seen it all, haven’t you, mimi?” golden meets amber and she reaches up to squish mika’s cheeks between her index finger and thumb. her lips pucker like a qwilfish and julie grins.
“you’ve looked into my family, haven’t you?”[break][break]
julie’s sure she has.[break][break]
her mika was already aware she had become a vlogger even before her return to hoenn.[break][break]
surely they had seen the comments and queries.[break][break]
any puzzle piece julie had stolen in their youth had easily fallen into place, the fragmented daughter of solette becoming whole.[break][break]
mika was aware, and yet was always too polite to ask.[break][break]
(but julie has to wonder: is it really manners that keep mika’s lips shut? she gazes at this mika, the one that strokes her hair, lets her use her lap as a pillow, lets her features be kissed only to return them ten fold. if she asked, would this mika answer? would there be a point to it all?)[break][break]
“but i want to hear it from you.”[break][break]
julie stares in awe at the hoennian above her.[break][break]
oh.[break][break]
maybe it was this?[break][break]
did her mika want this too?[break][break]
“i… i see…” she says slowly, clearing her throat.
“in that case… well… my father and mother both…”[break][break]
“very strict, from what i understand.” mika brushes julie’s fringe to the side, fingers brushing against julie’s cheekbone.
“tell me your favorite memory. if you have one?”[break][break]
it stuns her into silence.[break][break]
“i… um…”[break][break]
“come on, jules,” mika encourages, patient with her as always.
“i’m sure you have one, even if you don’t realize it.”[break][break]
it takes a moment for julie to speak, hesitant and unsure.
“i… remember… when gen was gifted to me. i was urged to take her for a ride… since it would make a good photo,” she begins, gaze averting as she attempts to piece together her words.
“i… because gen was young… she… i fell off…” her lashes flutter, and the memory paints itself in her mind.[break][break]
she had fallen and her elder brother had rushed to her side, brushing off dirt and leaves off her hair. her younger brother had quietly asked if she were okay, his tiny hand held out to pull her back to her feet. in the distance, her parents remained onlookers, but her brothers…[break][break]
“my brothers picked me up and cleaned me off.” a grin plays on her lips, sigh she lets out amused.
“their handkerchiefs were brushing here and there. they even fixed my hair for me and calmed gen down… later, my elder brother even rode with me.”[break][break]
“they’re good brothers.”[break][break]
she thinks of how they had grown together yet apart, but never once did they look at her with disdain. an emptiness fills her and she realizes it all too soon: she misses them.[break][break]
she had become used to glancing at her side and seeing only her pokemon there, but if she thinks of the years where her brothers met her wandering eyes with an acknowledging nod, perhaps there was a warmth there she never truly acknowledged. [break][break]
“they… are,” julie agrees.[break][break]
“do you miss them?”[break][break]
julie lets out a small tinkle of a laugh.[break][break]
“i suppose i do.”[break][break]
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word count: 742 [break]
sleep score: 200 (600 total)[break]
theme: reminiscence