.. it will be as it always was. she will mind her own business, he will mind his. it's not like anything has changed (she won't be in his arms, she won't be snuggling close to share his warmth, and they'll go back to their business relationship - only this time she's on the other side, and the enemy that he needs to rid of. she doesn't understand why he doesn't do that now, when it's so easy to access her). [break][break]

all that's left is to wait for the man to return with food. so, she'll wait, with a beautifly and a volcarona at her side. since they will take a while, she thinks, she reaches over and into a backpack that she was (thankfully) allowed to bring on their little camping expedition. a fan, or two. paper, but well made with smoothed wood. if he was going to take a while, she will need a distraction (and what better distraction than what she's loved doing for so long?). [break][break]

and taking a deep breath, she lifts herself up from the fire to begin taking a few familiar steps. perhaps doing this in running shoes wasn't the more comfortable.. but it will do. her arms will move all the same, and the slight breeze that forms when the fans fly through the air will have locks of dark hair flutter all the more. "let me know when he comes back, suiren." she speaks to the butterfly, however the insect only remains hovering, eyeing her trainer with curiosity. [break][break]

and concern.

Asahiko Hakuryuu [break]
mission: deserted island

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she was never expressive. [break][break]

whether it was a result of it being beaten into her or personal preference was debatable. typically, she can hold herself well, and maintain her composure, and she can keep herself levelheaded and she can handle most things with ease. it's just when it came to him (it was always him) where she finds herself faltering, even by the smallest amount. she thought that, after all these months, she would have gotten better, more jaded (she didn't feel this much when she sullied her hands in blood), less responsive. it was her hope (how else could she justify her revenge after leaving a man she so dearly loved?) that she would be able to move on. she hasn't. [break][break]

they share a silence (what else can they share? a hug? a kiss? what was she hoping for?) and she tells herself to avoid his gaze. does she deserve to see it again? after sullying her hands in crimson? after leaving him to dirty herself? though he'll tell her that it's irrelevant, and he'd sooner pull her in, closer, desperately (the him that she's known in the past, the one so affectionate and loving, despite the sighs of exasperation she's brought to the surface) and tell her that none of it matters. that none of it matters to him, and it's more kindness than she thinks she deserves. [break][break]

where was that resolve when she initially made the decision to leave? she's done it before, why can't she do it again?[break][break]

(it takes everything to keep her fingers from curling around his; everything to keep her from falling back into it, to days that were more peaceful - to days where she could convince herself that she didn't need revenge.)[break][break]

it's melting; the resolve, the jadedness, the cold and the ice. it's melting her heart, really. here, she thought that she was already far gone. he wasn't, yet. don't pull him into the same hell as you, ayame. he doesn't deserve that, ayame. "i--" she starts, but can't find it in herself to finish at the sound of his quiet voice, in an all familiar tongue. it's felt like forever. ".. shigoto~" she says, narrowing her eyes. her fingers twitch (his hand is there, and there's a thin line she has to be wary of). [break][break]

the solemn smile of a woman consumed by revenge, once again, glances up to him, but this time there's something else, isn't there? if you look on the surface, it looks as fatigue, or exasperation, like she's finally given up on running away from someone who desperately tries to catch her. if you take a second glance, it's the regret that washes over. [break][break]

ah, it had to be him. [break][break]

.. it always had to be him.

Asahiko Hakuryuu

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if you listened closely enough, you could hear the bug skittering around. you could hear the water ripple, and the rain pouring against her umbrella. [break][break]

ayame rarely come out during a rainy day; she much prefers to stay in with a nice, warm cup of jasmine tea. tea that.. honestly, wasn't her first choice, but it was a habit to get. always a habit that she never broke out of. will she ever be able to break out of it? [break][break]

in an attempt to distract herself, she walks through the rainy route in rain boots, twirling the droplets off her umbrella.

solo wild here we go

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BREEDING REQUEST

LET US TAKE CARE OF YOUR POKEMON

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AYAME FUJIWARA x Ryan Arcken [break]
QirdOeLd

breeding requirements

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✴ #2[break]
✴ #3[break]

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how long has it been? she's asked herself that so many times, she's starting to sound like a broken record. [break][break]

but, genuinely. she doesn't know how they got here, but the warmth of the sun's rays and the warmth of him beside her, resting his head between her hands brings a smile to her face as she keeps a gentle grasp. she doesn't want to let go, does she? no, she won't, so she awaits for the butterfly pokemon to take a picture with her phone (carefully, they don't want the picture to turn out blurry). [break][break]

months, almost a few years ago, he would have doubtlessly looked at her in exasperation and refused to hold his head where it was. he would have refused to do something so silly out in public, and the idea or notion would have been absurd, wouldn't it? she'd feel the same, and she'd be repulsed at the idea of touching a man - let alone it be of her own free will. yet here she is, glad, content, that they're here again. that they're together again. what she would give. [break][break]

"mm.. asahiko?" she hums, opening her eyes a tad to glance up at the man after the snap of the camera goes off. her hands lower slowly, with the intention to slip between his fingers, her knuckles resting between and against the sides of his. with a warm smile, she leans closer, resting her forehead against his to hum a soft "i love you~"

end - photo

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talking used to be easy. [break][break]

it's rare for her silver tongue to be tied, but you can't say she didn't try. it's just that, when there's a man you once loved so deeply (and still do, in the depths of your heart, so much that you felt like tearing yourself apart) standing in front of you after how many months, asks for your identity, it's so difficult to maintain the facade. it's so difficult to maintain the smile.[break][break]

urgency to leave rise, as she knows that the pit in her stomach will continue to rip into the void it is, consuming every part of her being and leaving naught but guilt and regret. he is the bane of her. she would be fine without him (she thinks to herself, telling herself, convincing herself, no matter how wrong she might be). parting her lips, she intends to lie again - until the simple touch of his hand against hers to brush it off deepens the knife in her chest. [break][break]

he never did make it easy. [break][break]

they bore into her, those eyes. those eyes that could see through her lies, through the smile she wears and the paper thin facade she's so crudely putting up. "i-i said that my name is--" no, she needs to stop herself. there's a stammer (she never stammers) in the middle of her lie. [break][break]

he never did make avoiding his gaze easy. [break][break]

instinctively trying to avoid his eyes, and fruitlessly avoiding them, only for the guilt to corrode and make what little foundation of her composure crumble. ayame thought she was above this guilt (the guilt of leaving, without a word. the guilt of choosing revenge over her love for a man who made her forget about it, in the long, dreary years). clearly, she wasn't. [break][break]

"... ayame." her heart twists, she wants to hold it.

Asahiko Hakuryuu

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... ah, what is she to do? he's so cute, and precious, and loving when he's being so openly affectionate. [break][break]

he thinks that she's become touchy? he should take a look in the mirror, at himself. he's been nothing but touchy and affectionate throughout the entire date, and during a few dates in the past. nowadays, her advances are reciprocated with more willingness, and he seems to have grown used to her touch. he seems to crave it as much as she does his. [break][break]

the way he holds her hand to how he rests his face against her hair, the way he moves to get closer, to nuzzle against her, to nestle against and around her as though she were as fragile as the glass planes in their compartment - it's all becoming so much more familiar, and she's missed it. she's really, really missed it. [break][break]

"is that so?~" she asks for confirmation and reassurance, even though she's so sure that his answer won't change no matter the hundredth, thousandth time she's asked. it's this companionship that she's missed; the warmth of his hold and the smile of his lips against the top of her head. it's the calming of her heart as she leans against him, it's the serenity and peace that finally clears her mind when she can slip her fingers between his, into a twine. it's him who brings her back to peace; truly, her better half. [break][break]

she removes the headband for his own ease of nestling against her head, and she giggles as she places it down against the space next to him. she intended to enjoy the view up here, though it looks like she was going to be spending the time nuzzling against his shoulder and neck, instead. a hum can be heard from her, fingers returning the twine as she shrinks and tucks herself closer. [break][break]

an old saying from times past, brought to present. [break]
what better way than to give a timeless response?[break][break]

"i love you~."

Asahiko Hakuryuu

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it's been a long time, hasn't it, ayame?[break][break]

it's been a long time since she's done many of these things. it's been so long since she's been able to sit with him, be held, speak, sing - and all in between. though this was something small, and trivial, and minor - the year apart has made her grow ever the more fonder, and ever the more needy for affection. although she hears his voice on a nearly daily basis, hearing him sing is still something akin to magical - and she thinks that he doesn't give himself enough credit. granted, the hesitation is cute, and loathe is she to withhold the truth. [break][break]

and so she sings with him, all while admiring him as he gets more confident in his voice - though the way he closes his eyes to get in tune with the music and to avoid her watchful gaze is also cute. unfortunately the song doesn't suit her as well, so rather than trying to sing with him, she sings along to his tune, mainly so she can play in the background. after all, this was his song. [break][break]

.. she can have more fun with a song she picks out, later~

Asahiko Hakuryuu

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"infestation~" she smiles, speaking into the headgear. the move was supposed to be capable of binding the opponent, no? and she assumes that the bugs should be able to move like her precious little mizuko, so she had hoped that they would be able to carry the pokemon in a cloud of muffled buzzing. she was right. it was certainly a sight, watching the luvdisc swim above them when the infestation is no longer needed. [break][break]

so much so, that she ends up watching in slight awe, violet eyes fixated on the heart-shaped shadows cast by the shifting light by the waves above. "mmn.. perhaps, after a moment~" she chimes, her arms waving back and forth as to keep her in place "the view under here is fantastic, no? it looks like the luvdisc are flying~" and it's a little more special, with him here (their story and myth is well known to her; ever the romantic at heart). [break][break]

"we can return soon. there's no rush~."

Asahiko Hakuryuu

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