Chrys, Crystal
she/they
fifteen
October 15
Petalburg City
aromantic asexual
student
fairy tale girl
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Chrysanthe Kubrick
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POSTED ON Oct 9, 2024 19:05:32 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","chrysanthekubrick"] [attr="class","body"] It seems that Doireann's last-ditch effort to deescalate the situation bring forth nothing as instead, it all but seems to worsen by the sight, as he can only disagree with her words, but they fall on deaf ears as it seems like Lavinia is set on her own answer, and a mere Mawile of all Pokémon could change nothing about it. There is, however, a more protective stance that he tries to take as the Gardevoir reappears, building up a barrier alongside the Iron Valiant, all the while that Doireann is trying not to point his second mouth towards Lavinia. Fortunately, Liadan doesn't attack outright, preparing for battle, but never initiating it outright. She knows that Chrysanthe holds a care for them that runs deep if in a warped way, sometimes.[break] [break] Though there are few choice words she could utter if only capable of human speech, the Gardevoir is a picture of calm composure standing in contrast to the outbreak that Lavinia experiences - sharp eyes that follow each movement, perceive each word, and yet nothing rings true in her mind as she exchanges a glance with the Iron Valiant. Then, she teleports again.[break] [break]
[break] Chrysanthe rubs her eyes, waking in a world that is burning - changing to something gentler as her tears fall, moulding the world around her to a dream-like escape that she so yearns for. There is the light touch of the Hatenna in this wonderful dream, the gentle exuding smoke of the Munna as it changes colours, from nightmare to daydream. She gathers them both, unable to think - unable to dream as even this world falls into itself, leaving a starkly white canvas. A world of nothing but light, and she weeps, not understanding the world.[break] [break] Outside, the Marshadow lurks from the shadows of the princess' sleeping body, a dull ache within itself as it disappears again - ready to strike if needed, but this is no danger that a punch could mend. It etches closer, laying arms of darkness around her, and her world turns into a comforting dark.[break] [break]
[break] Liadan appears mere feet in front of Lavinia this time, the illusionary duplicates easing away as she halts - approaching, as if in acknowledgement of the words uttered, yet unwilling to yield to words alone. In the end, words are treacherous, just as the ones the sisters both uttered right at the beginning. How would the words right now hold meaning, if such cruelty stands on the other side of the scale? But Chrysanthe's love - Doireann's trust must mean something, so she shows an act of mercy - of cruelty herself, perhaps, as she reaches out her arms, not touching the other, but still in close-enough proximity to synchronise the sisters' feelings as her eyes glow bright, transmitting the raw emotions from Chrysanthe's point of view.[break] [break] Her undying joy of seeing her sister amidst this chaos - yet the fearful illusion she crafted herself, of this isn't actually my sister because my sister isn't cruel, this unwavering trust she has in Lavinia to be kind - the undying belief in this tremendously ugly world to be wonderful, to perceive each as something so incredibly beautiful, even at the cost of not seeing what she does not wish to see. This dream, that each of them desire to protect, as it comes burning and crashing with reality.[break] [break] The love, unbroken, that she has for her family.[break] [break] In turn, Liadan perceives at the very surface of disfigured terror - and love and fear and pride, and the hardships she went through in this battle-torn place, whereas the young one passed through easily with the help of the shadows. She retraces her hands as her eyes' glow dim - though she does not think to reach an agreement with this alone, it's the least she can offer in terms of an understanding. And, after another beat of eternity, the Gardevoir reaches out once more, only for Lavinia to take her hand, if she so wishes - to go see her sister. [break] - 3/5+ posts required.[break] - Experience the skirmishes happening near Petalburg outside the battles. [googlefont=Poppins] [newclass=".chrysanthekubrick"]--accent:#B393BC;font:12px Poppins;[/newclass] [newclass=".chrysanthekubrick b"]color:var(--accent);font:bold 14px Roboto;letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".chrysanthekubrick i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".chrysanthekubrick u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".chrysanthekubrick a"]font:12px Poppins;color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".chrysanthekubrick h1"]font:16px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".chrysanthekubrick h2"]font:14px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".chrysanthekubrick .body"]background-image:url("https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png");background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:.2px;[/newclass] [newclass=".chrysanthekubrick .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".chrysanthekubrick .credit"]width:100px;background-color:#232323;font-size:10px;margin-top:7px;padding:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".chrysanthekubrick .credit a"]font-size:10px;[/newclass]
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