the flurry
she/her/hers
30
september 19
ringtown
pansexual
hitman
elite
it’s all winter here, even in august
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mclaren mcflurry
will i get to you a little 𝐅 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 if i was the 𝐒 𝐍 𝐎 𝐖 in the air ? ❆ "i... i."
the pressure. holy shit, the pressure was starting to kill her. she'd have to fake her death? she'd have to disappear forever? just like that? and — and the likelihood of being found out, all of it being for nothing —
mcflurry's heart quickened, and it felt like it was pounding into her throat. the world suddenly felt far, far smaller. like she was trapped in a little ice box trying to crush her. tears started to build up again as her retracted hand curled into a fist, white-knuckled, shaking —
and then she grit her teeth and whistled, and as the entire cavern shook, mcflurry shook her head, holding back her sobs, her face more than red from the sheer intensity of all her emotions.
"i-i'm sorry. i'll — i need a moment. i don't — i don't want to —"
before she could even finish her sentence, her own steelix seemed to swallow her whole into its mouth, and she disappeared within the snake pokemon. the steel-type levelled a glare at chu-e before digging upwards, providing a quick escape — at the cost of more of the cave actually crumbling and shifting, the tremors being felt across the walls.
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weeks later, on new year's eve, in the darkness of her own home, mcflurry did not resolve to get out of rocket no matter the cost.
instead, she resolved to try to save herself. every part of herself.
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