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How did this place become such a mess?[break][break]

Oh. Right, it fell into her hands.[break][break]

With a soft sigh, the woman stares at the cluttered shop. Flowers cover practically every inch, some wilting, others thriving. Really, she should take better care of the place... It had been her sister's favorite spot, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world to dance among the flowers. Perhaps that is why she had been so willing to continue the business in her memory. Now it just feels heavy, like a crushing weight atop her shoulders. It'll fail in her hands as everything left to her always does. Funny, it had always seemed so wonderful and alive when her sister was still breathing. It's a wilted flower now, crumbling petals falling to the earth. Is that symbolism for herself? Yes.[break][break]

"My," she murmurs, slowly moving through the aisles with wandering hands. The flowers dance beneath her touch, their petals swaying with the movement as her fingers shuffle from flower to flower. "How am I going to do this all on my own?" The shop is empty, her words echoing throughout the little room. There's so much to do, too... Clearing out the dead flowers, tending to the fresh ones, weeding the garden out back, dusting and cleaning corner of the room. Maybe if she wasn't so absorbed in her own issues she would have noticed that the place hadn't been touched in weeks. Ah, but it's difficult to even leave the comforts of her room anymore, cowering away from the untouched corners of her house. She hasn't even gone in the other rooms of the house in years, not since the day her sister never came home.[break][break]

In some ways, it should feel refreshing to finally pay proper attention to the flower shop. As if she's turning over a new leaf, starting fresh, ushering out the ghosts that linger. Is she a ghost herself, though? She can't seem to move on either, every attempt futile. Perhaps that's why she made it her mission to clean out this place. It's either avoiding the elephant in the room or attempting to make steps toward healing. Either way, it needs to be done and all five feet of her can't do it alone.[break][break]

Faye considers calling someone, begging for help. Uncharacteristic, sure, but necessary. Except... Who would she call? That man with those judgmental blue eyes? God, she'd rather die. Friends would certainly help in this scenario but as cold and detached as she is, she hasn't managed to make any. Most find her hollow smile a deterrent and tend to avoid her polite yet frigid exterior. "Ugh," she groans, her hand retreating from the flowers to run through her hair. Her usual hair pin is missing, abandoned on her vanity in favor of allowing her hair to fall around her shoulders. It's gotten longer, no longer barely brushing against the nape of her neck. Perhaps if she would take better care of it instead of just twirling it up and pinning it down with a hair pin, it could be half as long as her sister's.[break][break]

In her desperate need to clean, she had forgotten that Tobu was lingering around the corners of the shop, filtering in from the garden. He lingers behind her for a moment before the bell above the door chimes, both of them rotating quickly toward the noise. "Hello?" She calls, curious and confused. Who could be coming in now? Isn't it early in the morning? Besides, hadn't she locked the door for cleaning purposes? Wait... No, she forgot because she had gotten distracted by the complete disarray of the shop. Right, nice one Faye. "How can I help you?" She calls again, finally peering out from behind some flowers to flash an empty smile at the customer.[break][break]

With some luck, maybe she could even ask them for their assistance... Yes, that's a good plan.

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This feels like a giant waste of time to the woman, an annoyed sigh filtering through her lips. There hasn't been another glimpse of an ice type since the Sealeo she left sleeping upon the floor. Disappointing. Besides, nothing is more irritating than wasting precious time.[break][break]

Her head inclines toward the exit as she slides to a stop, not even bothering to face the Butterfree. She knows he stops, hears the slight change in the fluttering of his wings. She also knows, painful as it is, that he would never dream of disobeying her. He's too loyal, too keen on her presence. The suffocating thing that he is... Ugh. Honestly, she doesn't know which is worse... Wasting her time or spending too much time with him. Perhaps both.[break][break]

As she moves to drift closer and closer to leaving the icy cavern, something makes her stop.[break][break]

Peculiar, really... She hadn't noticed the presence of another upon first glance but now, there's the feeling of eyes on her. It's unsettling, demanding her attention and yet, that isn't what draws her in. No, it's the melody that seems to echo off the walls. Haunting and beautiful, graceful and morose. A calling to those around, a summoning.[break][break]

She turns and Tobu flutters just out of sight, rotating with her movement. The duo stare, a large figure looming against the ice. At first glance, it's a siren, luring them closer and closer. Her steps are tentative as she follows the need to see more, careful to not disturb the song. As they get within distance, her eyes widen with recognition.[break][break]

A Lapras, regal and beautiful. God, she's wanted one of these since she was a small child! To find one here after turning tail to go home? It has to be fate, right? She can't help the tingle of excitement that surges through her veins or the way her lips curl into the first genuine smile since the last time she had walked these frozen floors.[break][break]

"Tobu," her voice is a low whisper, the intent of not disturbing the Lapras filtering through each word. In her caution, she keeps the disdain for her companion at bay. "Sleep Powder. You are not to harm that Lapras, do you understand?" She knows he does and yet, she asks anyway, if only to make her point abundantly clear. The Butterfree merely offers a firm flap of his wings before dancing into position, finding the top of the cavern once more.[break][break]

Powder falls around the singing creature, the song slowly ebbing into silence. It's almost comical... She hadn't known silence to sound so awful until after it follows such a song. A little pang of guilt resonates in her gut as she steps forward toward the now slumbering Pokemon. "I'm terribly sorry to cut your song short, dear," she murmurs, a hesitant hand reaching out to stroke the side of its blue head. Almost as if sensing her presence, her overwhelming love and appreciation for ice types, the Lapras nuzzles closer toward the warmth of her hand. Without a second thought, the woman unsheathes a pokeball from her belt, all haori sleeves and pale skin. The mechanic ball presses against the spot where her hand had been with the lightest of touches, just enough pressure applied to produce a flash. The Lapras disappears and she waits, purple eyes never leaving the quivering ball in her hand.[break][break]

"Get ready to go," she murmurs, feet slowly beginning to trek toward the exit. Her gaze is downcast, still lingering on the ball in her hand, cold and hard to the touch.[break][break]

notes | capture attempt on lapras please <3

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Another Pokemon comes forth, summoned by the strength of the Rage Powder. An ice type this time and at first, she lights up, purple eyes gaining signs of life. It's snuffed out, however, as she realizes it's another Sealeo. A beautiful creature, pure and majestic, but she has no need for another one. Her Ashika is perfect enough for her to not need to add another. Besides, two Sealeos might become a bit much for the small woman.[break][break]

And so, with a slight waver in her smile, she crouches toward the ice type. "Tobu," she murmurs, teeth slightly gritting around the name. Even if she says it as much as she has been lately, it still burns. It tastes awful on her tongue, bitter and foul. "Sleep Powder." A hand reaches out to stroke the neck of the Sealeo as her Butterfree gets to work, floating higher and higher until he is well above them. Careful to keep the woman out of his movements, he begins, a light powder beginning to flutter down around the Sealeo. Within moments, it is slumbering against the icy floor, skin sliding away from her touch as sleep overtakes its body.[break][break]

A sigh escapes Faye and she rises to her short stature, eyes lingering for a moment before looking ahead toward the rest of the cold cave. "Let's go," she commands with a flick of her haori, the fabric somehow managing to escape her line of sight. They press on, the light flutter of Tobu's wings growing increasingly difficult to handle with each step she takes. After the next, if there even is another Pokemon lurking further in, she will need to decompress from Tobu's suffocating presence. Hm... Some time in the garden might suffice. She finds that after a particularly stressful or heavy day that the smell of lavender always calms her nerve. Perhaps that is why her personal garden is littered with the plant, the pleasant fragrance becoming a staple for the woman. It lingers on her clothes, clinging to her skin, even without a usual spritz of her perfume.[break][break]

As they continue, her thoughts turn away from Tobu and retreat into her garden, happy to run among the flowers for now.[break][break]

notes | passing on Sealeo <3

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All she can see is blue.[break][break]

Endless blue, deep as the ocean. Nothing swirls in the depths, however, and she stares with equally blank purple eyes. Her mind faintly registers the feeling of falling, the way gravity yanks at her limbs, the presence of the ground coming closer with each passing second. Then, a hand wraps around her wrist, grip loose around the fragile skin. Gravity loses out on its hold of her, instead backing away as he catches her. His other hand snakes around her waist and a little gasp escapes from her lips.[break][break]

She missed the exchange between him and his Greninja but... It seems as though something had happened. The pity is gone, replaced with a dull expression. It's odd, really, but she supposes it's the same expression as earlier. And so, she stares even more, unwilling to break whatever this is. The foreign sensation of heat rising to her cheeks feels out of place in this situation. And yet, the pale skin on her face erupts with color, a dusting of pink settling. Something dances in her eyes, something she doesn't even want to indulge in, and she finally glances away with the odd feeling of embarrassment clinging to her body.[break][break]

Her wrist is limp in his grasp, refusing to break away from the sudden contact. In fact, if she didn't know herself so well, she'd even guess that her skin is content with his hand encircling her small wrist. His other hand feels comfortable on her waist, not too heavy yet not too light. She won't break underneath his calloused hands, that much is certain.[break][break]

And then, before she can speak, can ask why he touched her, he's releasing her. The faint feeling of water droplets registers in her mind but it fades in an instant, the sensation of crumbling to the ground overpowering everything else. A startled squeal erupts from her throat and she lands with a thud, lacking the grace her earlier movements had. And then, anger is back in full force. He really just dropped her like a sack of potatoes! The nerve![break][break]

"My," she struggles to catch her breath, the collision with the ground effective in knocking a bit of wind out of her. "How rude."[break][break]

A skirmish breaks out, then, and she watches with irritated eyes. In a way, she understands why he practically threw her to the ground. It's still incredibly rude, but she at least acknowledges the underlying reasoning. The Milotic had required help and he obliged. It seems, she notes with mild interest, that his Greninja is protective and a little intimidating. Curious... She had the notion that his Pokemon would hold that same indifference to them as he does but perhaps she had been wrong.[break][break]

In her distraction, the Snom that had been perched upon his shoulder now scuttled closer, curious and slightly concerned. Tobu lingers as well, his presence close at her back. It's nauseating but somewhere in the depths of her mind, she appreciates his concern. The Butterfree's gaze, however, shifts from his trainer to the bug type that's now inching closer and closer to the woman. A little noise escapes him in warning but the Snom doesn't listen. Instead, the Snom nudges her, small icy snout connecting with one of her clothed legs.[break][break]

The scream that escapes her is louder than earlier and Tobu recoils, retreating further into the air as the woman scrambles back. Her body trembles, purple eyes wide as saucers with panic. "No, no!" The words escape in a jumble, shrill and terrified. Her tone sounds foreign to her and perhaps that's why Yuki trots over, placing herself between the Snom and her trainer. The chittering from the Snorunt is comforting but god, get that thing away from her![break][break]

A welcome distraction comes in the form of a Kabuto entering the fray, scurrying across the ground toward the source of the scream. His body is still wet from emerging from the lake and in her panic, she doesn't notice his approach until it's too late. He approaches her side with curious beady eyes, hard shell glistening in the sunlight. God, that better not be another bug! She almost shrieks again as her eyes rip from the Snom to fall upon the water type, trembling arms wrapping further around herself. "Tobu," she groans, mentally kicking herself for even needing his assistance again.[break][break]

The Butterfree inches closer, lingering just above the Kabuto. "Stun Spore."[break][break]

Powder falls, then, and she moves into action, snatching a pokeball from her belt without a second thought. The Kabuto trembles once the powder falls upon his unsuspecting body, limbs paralyzed into place. An effective move, she knows. He won't be able to escape, much less attack her. And so, without waiting for Tobu to finish, she taps the pokeball onto the Kabuto's head, the small shelled Pokemon disappearing with a flash.[break][break]

Tobu backs away and she attempts to rise, legs still trembling from a mixture of fear and ache. Her body hurts... The ground is not comfortable in the slightest. "Excuse me," she calls, voice shaky despite the smile that rises to her face. Behind it sits annoyance, the notion that he could willingly drop her so easily becoming increasingly vexing. "That wasn't very nice, you know." Faye moves closer to him, keeping a wide distance from the confused Snom. A look of disgust flashes briefly across her eyes before it's snuffed out, the small icy body of the Snom now behind her. Out of sight, out of mind... Ugh, but she can still feel the disgusting feeling of that insect's snout against her leg. It makes her skin crawl...[break][break]

"May I ask why you caught me?" She peers at him, head slightly tilting as if she expects him to feel inclined to answer her questions. "Perhaps if you were planning on dropping me anyway, wouldn't it have been easier to not catch me in the first place?"[break][break]

notes | capture attempt on the kabuto~ <3

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It's difficult to ignore the fluttering of wings. Too difficult even in busy settings but here? The sound is practically surrounding her, suffocating and heavy.[break][break]

It's vile.[break][break]

Fortunately, a welcome interruption comes in the form of a Grotle, drawn toward them with slow, weighted steps. It stares at them, the Rage Powder beckoning it closer and closer. She stares back, cold indifference settling around her placid smile. The expression looks odd, unsettling, eerie. Her eyes are blank and yet, her lips curl upward. The Grotle merely blinks, more drawn to the woman than her butterfly.[break][break]

Its eyes narrow, then, and she opens her mouth to utter a single thing. "Tobu."[break][break]

The Butterfree knows what's expected of him, understands her battle tactics. She doesn't need to say anything else, instead stepping back to allow the bug type room to work. He is careful in his movements, dancing above the Grotle, out of sight, out of mind. Her eyes are drawn to the Grotle, the eye contact never ceasing. It's easier this way, she muses. Easier to watch the Grotle than the bug. Last thing she needs is to dissolve into a panic down here.[break][break]

Another powder falls from Tobu's fluttering wings, different in color than before. This one is different, a sleeping agent lingering in the molecules. Sleep Powder, one of her favorite attacks. It's painless, effective, and allows them time to move on from the Grotle. Her smile stays as the Grotle's eyes begin to droop, body sinking toward the cold ground of the floor. It begins to snore before fully colliding with the ground, a soft thunk sound echoing throughout the cave.[break][break]

She moves forward, then, plain eyes seeking greater conquests. Tobu follows as she carefully steps over the slumbering Grotle, leaving it to sleep peacefully without much interruption. It'll wake soon and move on from this place, the woman becoming nothing more than a dream.[break][break]

For now, she simply shuffles across the ice, feet graceful and light. Tobu lingers behind her, hesitant and unwilling to take the lead. No, she'll lead them as she always does. Her way is best for both of them. "Another Rage Powder," she whispers, knowing all too well that Tobu springs into the powdery action once more. He follows her blindly and sometimes, she wonders if it's out of loyalty or fear. Perhaps it's better to never find out.[break][break]

notes | passing on Grotle <3

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She should really consider moving into this cave...[break][break]

Another week and she's back, skating across the icy floor of the lowest floor with graceful feet. It's as though she never left. The cave looks the same as it did the week prior, with frozen rocks and soothing silence. No one is around, most preferring to stay to the upper floors to save themselves from the cold. She, however, ventures into the frigid room with no shame. The cold has never bothered her much, anyway. (ok elsa.)[break][break]

For some peculiar reason, she is breaking away from her normal company. Yuki is absent this time, staying safe in the confines of her pokeball. Instead, she brings Tobu. An odd choice, really, but one that she is forcing herself to try.[break][break]

Her sister would have her head if she continued to neglect the Butterfree. And so, with a strained smile and gritted teeth, she leads the butterfly further into the depths of the cave. The flutter of his wings is revolting, waves of nausea rising and falling with each step. She fights to off, if only to not deface this place. She can do this, right? It can't be that bad...[break][break]

Except, it is and she feels like she's suffocating.[break][break]

Her body feels heavy, sluggish with remorse. She doesn't want to feel like this, doesn't want her skin to crawl from just the familiar sounds of this bug. No, she wants to be strong, cold like ice. Perhaps that is why she keeps searching through this cave, looking for something she may never find. Herself outside of the sorrow, maybe... Does she even know who that is anymore? Not in the slightest.[break][break]

"Tobu," she murmurs, the name punctured by a choking noise. It sounds strangled, strained, as if she's drowning in her own words. Nonetheless, the Butterfree rises to attention, winged body just outside of her vision. Good, he's learning, adapting to this new way of coexisting. Her sister never let him out of her sight but she is not her sister. She never will be, no matter how hard she tries. "Rage Powder."[break][break]

Tobu moves into action, coating the duo in a powdery shimmer. It's disgusting, revolting, vile. She stifles a gag and tries to compose herself, that strained smile never moving from her lips. It'll draw out the ice types, beckoning them out with the temptation of battle. A less... elegant method, perhaps, but it gets the job done. She doesn't want to linger her anymore, this lovely cavern of ice providing too many reflections of the bug by her side. It makes her skin crawl to even think about. Her favorite place is betraying her, making her sick with grief. How appalling.

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The look in his eyes... It's familiar.[break][break]

Pity. She knows it all too well now and yet, it still makes her blood boil. She wants to yell, to scream at him to stop looking at her like that. She isn't some tragedy, she doesn't need his pity. And yet, nothing comes out, the words dying out in her throat. Silence follows her like a weighted blanket and it's heavy, too much for her to break.[break][break]

A moment passes between them and she can't place what it means. All she knows is his eyes are the deepest blue she's seen in a long time and it's easy to get lost in them, to drift along in the ocean. His face is still impassive, still blank. She supposes there's no need for him to convey his emotions through facial features. No, not when his eyes can do the work for him. And oh, they do. From judgement to pity, shifting through emotions like waves crashing ashore.[break][break]

She stays behind him, trembling fingers clutching at the fabric of his haori with white knuckles. He doesn't say anything, doesn't move out of her reach. Instead, he stays still and part of her is grateful. The other part? A little disappointed he didn't utter a single word. The whole thing is embarrassing, really. She's shaking like a leaf in a strong gust and he's acting as her anchor when he doesn't have to. It's a kindness, she muses with a slight smile. He's being kind in some odd way.[break][break]

Faye misses the stand-off, face pressing into his shoulder as something passes over them. Oh god, not another bug... Please don't be another bug. She stays still, hidden out of sight as the Ledyba charges at the man. The fluttering of wings is dizzying, overwhelming, nauseating. Her knees feel weak with terror and honestly, if she wasn't clinging to him for dear life, she probably would have toppled to the ground in a heap.[break][break]

And then, it's gone, fading back into the trees until only Tobu's familiar flutter remains. The Butterfree has moved closer, hesitant at first before lingering at her back. In some way, she's grateful for it, for the odd source of comfort. He's her sister's pride and joy, after all. It's his duty to protect her, even if she screams and kicks and begs for him to leave her alone. And so, he stays by her side, closer to the man than her but with worried eyes watching carefully.[break][break]

She feels his arm move, rising from its idle place to linger in the air. His haori pulls with the movement and her hands follow suit, fingers refusing to unfurl just yet. "Sorry," she mumbles into the fabric. Her head slowly begins to peek out from behind him, the woman rising on her tippy toes to get a look at what has happened since she moved into hiding. She misses the Snom again, peering over the opposing shoulder instead of the one occupied by the icy bug. Instead, she sees his hand lingering halfway in the air and the blue form of a Greninja. Curiosity picks at her mind and while she wants to indulge in it, she decides to stay silent, content with watching what's unfolding.[break][break]

Well, she would watch further if her legs don't begin to wobble. They tremble and strain, muscles growing weak quickly and in an effort to save herself the embarrassment of sending both of them toppling, she sinks back to her short stature. There, she lingers, staring at the mismatched fabric of his haori as the beginning of a sad silence overtakes the area. One of her hands shifts and draws closer to the Snom, gently brushing against the icy body of the bug and she doesn't register it at first, mind retreating back into her thoughts as she tries and fails to compose herself once more.[break][break]

God, that was awful. Stupid bug. Disgusting. Calm down. You're fine!

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The liveliness is somewhat calming, despite the noise.[break][break]

It drowns out even the most unwelcome thoughts, allowing her to work peacefully, without interruption or distractions. Realistically, she shouldn't even be here, suffering through the motions of her day job. No, it's an important day... One she marks with bitterness every year. Sure, it's the new year and everyone's celebrating. She should be too and yet, she stays to what she knows, stays on course to tough out the rest of the day.[break][break]

It always seems to be the longest, after all.[break][break]

The pleasant smell of flowers envelopes her as she watches the crowds come and go. Some stop, gasps of delight escaping their mouths. Her flowers are the prettiest, she supposes. A plethora of colors kept fresh and alive. It's her trade, the only one she finds comfort in anymore. Besides... It's something to do, something to occupy her mind. When she gardens, snipping flowers at their stems to display in her shop, her thoughts are vacant. A welcome change in pace from the deep-seated rage, one she ushers in with open arms.[break][break]

At some point, she stops seeing faces, only colorful masses rushing past in a blur. A sigh escapes her, purple eyes fluttering shut. Boredom creeps upon her, slow at first before gaining momentum. Most of the festival-goers tend to flock toward the many food stalls, excitement coming off them in waves. She can't blame them. The food is delicious and no one wants to eat a flower. Perhaps she should pack up for the night, try again tomorrow? The woman glances over her shoulder, the old butterfly patterned kimono suddenly feeling suffocating without the distraction. There's still so many flowers left... Among them, her sister's favorite sits in all its light purple glory. Wisteria. It's not a popular one, the scent proving to be a bit too strong for some and there's always the worry that the flowered vines are already wilted. Her sister never cared, however, always squealing with delight when admiring their beauty.[break][break]

She moves to brush hesitant fingers against the petals, sorrow rising from the depths of her body. It threatens to overpower her and she knows in that moment that wearing her sister's favorite kimono on this god awful day was the worst decision she could make. She wanted to honor her memory, keep her alive somehow. Instead, she only made it harder for herself to survive the day.[break][break]

The presence of another lingers at the front of her stall and she sees movement in the corner of her eye, earning a slightly startled gasp from the woman. Her hand drops limply to her side, eyes darting toward the person with curiosity. Funny, she thought no one else would pay her little stall any mind. Perhaps she was wrong. Her lips curl into a smile, this one feeling more painful than the rest. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, taking graceful steps toward the person. Recognition doesn't settle in just yet and for now, she doesn't know that it's him, the man who judged her with his silence alone. All she sees is a customer to distract her and that's enough for her. "Would you like a flower, sir?"

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His silence is enraging.[break][break]

It threatens to break through her mask, the pieces close to shattering against the ground. She doesn't need to study his gaze to feel the judgement. No, his silence holds more than his face could ever say. It's funny, that twinge of jealousy fitters back into her mind, surging forward despite her anger. Perhaps she should be a little more disgusted with herself in this moment... Who is she to be jealous of him? What for, anyway? For the way his face stays emotionless? Or the way he seems to speak with cold silence alone?[break][break]

God, she wants nothing more than to slap him.[break][break]

Would she even get a reaction? She'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious to see it... To see his face twist with anger. Part of her wonders if it's a nice sight to see. Handsome features marred by anger... Hm.[break][break]

Before she can contemplate further, he breaks through the silence. And oh, does she wish he didn't.[break][break]

In that instance, she sees nothing but red. It's blinding, this sudden rage. The smile slips, lips pressing into a thin line as her eyes narrow dangerously. "My," she breathes out, not even needing to glance back at her Pokemon to know they startled at her voice. She sounds foreign even to herself... The last time she sounded this infuriated, it was when her sister had left her. "How rude it is to speak on subjects you don't understand."[break][break]

She wants to say more, wants to scream and yell and throw things at him. More than anything, she wants to cry. Maybe it's the unwanted emotions that rush to the surface or the way he looks right through her to gaze upon the one thing her sister cherished more than anything, even herself. Whatever it is, it simply infuriates her more. And so, with a soft huff, she glides closer, steps still light despite the heaviness she feels. Her hand rises, fingers twitching with the urge to lash out against him. Instead, it falls limply back to her side, fingers curling into her palm as the nails dig into flesh.[break][break]

Her mouth opens to spew out insults, to tell him he knows nothing about her or her Pokemon. Perhaps she wants to yell at him for defending the Butterfree, for not understanding the suffocating pressure of her grief. Instead, nothing comes out and she looks like an idiot, cheeks beginning to bloom into pink.[break][break]

It's the fluttering of wings that distracts her, ripping her eyes away in an instant. She knows Tobu hasn't moved from his spot, knows the sound of his wings by memory. It's something else, something that she all but recoils away from. A Ledyba, bright red and disgusting. The woman can't stop the panic that rises in her body, the way a shrill shriek all but claws its way out into the air. Faye darts away from it with a quickness she hasn't shown yet. Nothing gets her ass moving quite like the appearance of a bug.[break][break]

Her mind registers where she ends up but she doesn't care. Instead, she shields herself, fingernails digging into the fabric against his back. Part of her knows she shouldn't be here, shouldn't be using him as a barrier. She doesn't care, even going so far as to press closer into his spine, as if he'll save her from her own fear. Honestly, he should laugh at her... She would if the roles were reversed.[break][break]

In her panic, she doesn't notice the Snom or the way its icy body lingers too closely to one of her hands. Her mind is focused on the middle of his back, her form shrinking in comparison. When she notices the Snom after the panic subsides? Another scream will rip away from her throat. For now, however, she simply cowers, pressing closely like a child searching for comfort.[break][break]

notes | hi yeah faye's terrified srry ledyba pls go

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