[ Between the icy path set before her and the guilt she still carried, it wasn't untul she made it to Blackthorn City several days later that she even stopped to look at her gear, let alone respond.
Her message is clipped, and there are no accompanying images. ]
[Her silence up until this point has been slowly killing him. The only way to deal with it is by not dealing with it, something he...used to be better at. The new baby Aron and his new little Darumaka friend have both been welcome - and vital - distractions, but her absence and her silence have been affecting him nevertheless.
Her replies, when they finally come, are so short and so clipped he almost doesn't respond. She must be angry with him still, for not listening to her, for pushing her, for forcing her to deal with the aftermath of his stubbornness. The guilt he's been distracting himself from crashes in, nestling in the pit of his stomach. He feels like vomiting. But he thinks if he starts then he might never stop.]
SHe doesn't have to. WIll you hang on to it for mE? IT can wait until I see you again.
[Then he can apologize in person, to her face, and maybe, somehow, he'll think of a way to make things right between them again.
There has to be a way, doesn't there?
He can't let himself even consider the alternative.]
[It had been way too long since she'd spoken to Angel and honestly it was largely Cissnei's own fault. She'd been so caught up in tracking Walter down and making sure he was alright and then heading back to the islands with him in tow that she'd just put everything else on hold.
And she felt horrible because of it.
Being back on the islands allowed her to relax again and she finally started to reach out to everyone she hadn't heard from in awhile starting with the young woman in question. She's got her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, sunglasses perched on her head as she sits on the beach with Reno flopped over her shoulder batting at a very displeased Jangmo-o in her lap.]
[Where the blame fell depended largely on who you talked to. While Cissnei might have felt that it was her fault, Angel hadn't made much of an effort either. The prospect of their eventual hike had lifted her mood for a time, but like most things in Angel's life, it hadn't lasted.
Still, seeing Cissnei's face brought back the slightest hint of that hopeful glimmer. The smile that crossed her lips, small as it might have been, was genuine.]
I'm here. [Unlike Cissnei, however, Angel was alone. The Pokemon that usually gathered around her seemed strangely absent.] It is good to see you, my friend.
Likewise. I'm sorry it's been so long since I contacted you--face to face, that is. Your Christmas gifts did arrive alright, didn't they?
[She had sent them by Pidgey mail and while she trusted Pokemon...one always had to worry. You never knew what sort of thing could come up to hinder the delivery from making it.]
I wanted to see how you were doing--and see if maybe you were interested in coming to the islands for a visit sometime.
[But again, the blame fell solely on her. She'd spent the bulk of December in a haze -- could hardly remember any given week, let alone what she'd discussed with people. It was a wonder she'd even remembered what Cissnei had sent her for the holiday, only finding at one point that the bracelets were settled on opposite wrists and her sweater packed away in her luggage.
If she was honest, Angel hadn't given them much thought, at least not after coming out of her stupor. It was only now that she truly recalled what the note had said. A faint smile crossed her lips as she held an adorned wrist up for Cissnei to see, hoping it might cover up the pink of her cheeks.]
I did get them -- sorry for not sending a thank you note. Last month was... chaotic, I would say. [She paused, then looked away a bit sheepishly.]
I was... actually there briefly, visiting some friends. I should have said something but it was... the first time I'd felt okay being around them. I didn't want to overstimulate myself. [Her gaze slipped from the screen and settled onto the floor, almost wincing as a hot ball of shame began to form in her stomach.]
But that doesn't mean I can't come back again. It is easier for me to access it now more than ever.
[Cissnei shook her head a bit though her expression was one of understanding.]
It's alright, Angel. It seemed like it was a pretty trying time for you.
[Whatever it was that was going on. She still didn't fully understand but that was okay. It wasn't something that she was going to pry for answers on; that wasn't how Cissnei was at least not anymore. At least not with people she considered her friend.
Her expression brightened at the sight of the bracelet.]
Don't worry about it. I'm just glad they made it alright! [And now a bit of worry appears.] Chaotic? Are you alright?
[Angel then goes on to mention being on the islands and while Cissnei does feel a bit..jealous in a way she's very quick to squash it down and keep it off her face, smiling instead as she tilts her head.]
That's understandable. It's a lot to take in down here. I'm actually on my second time traveling through and I'm still finding things I missed the first time around. I'd love to spend time with you, though, if you'd be up for paying a visit again. Only if you have the time, that is. I don't want to hinder any plans you may already have. We could always figure something else out if you coming here doesn't work.
[Angel lifted her hand, attempting to wave away Cissnei's concern.]
It is like you said, it was a very trying time. [Strength certainly wasn't Angel's strong suit, but she couldn't keep crumbling around this woman. She could only imagine the impression she was leaving.]
I... really do not have any plans. Visiting the island was a rather impulsive decision. I hadn't seen some of my friends, and I'd left them on a poor note.] [She paused to chew on her lip for a moment.] Next month, perhaps? We can set a date, and I will be there. I promise.
[Jack's response comes later in the day, delayed by distraction rather than anything else. She sends him a photo, and while she isn't smiling -- hasn't smiled in what feels like ages -- she's wearing the necklace proudly.]
[Apparently today is the day that Jean is going to barf his feelings all over the place. How he managed for over a year to keep everything in check and then have it erupt today is anyone's guess, but here it is: all his gooshy, confusing feelings.]
Hi, Angel. Happy Valentine's Day. I, uh... I love you.
[Gods, this is mortifying.]
I love you as a friend, and I'm also in love with you, but I know I'm not good enough for you. You deserve everything in the world and I can't give that to you, so I really, really hope you find someone who can. I know you don't feel the same way, and that's okay. I get it, I really do. More than anything, I want you to be happy.
[It's either a delivery or a snuck-into-her-bedroom-in-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning sort of Valentine's day surprise, depending on where these two are at in relation to each other on the actual day. Like last year, there is a box of one dozen chocolate cupcakes and a bouquet of flowers. Alongside the gifts is a note, handwritten, on a piece of cute stationery featuring a pair of adorable clefaries.]
The sun and the stars And the moon in the sky Can never compare To the light in your eyes
Troubles with friends, human and Pokemon alike. I have had difficulty clearing my head since what happened in November. And no, extra mountain air will not help.
well that wasn't what i was gonna suggest, but thanks for shooting me down anyway. real nice.
look, you can't let what happened get to you. it's not your fault. it's like that disease that makes you twitch and swear uncontrollably. it's not something you do, or something you make any conscious decision to do. it's something that happens. and most of the time it doesn't. yeah it's weird and scary and can be dangerous, but...look at Pokemon. There's dozens of em that have the same kind of deal.
okay, stop. one, lilith is a lot older than you, she had more time to figure shit out and also she's violent and doesn't have the moral code you do, so you know. not too broken up over accidents while figuring stuff out. and from what i can figure, maya had some crazy death cult helping her. don't think either of those are right for you. they might be great at killing people with their powers, but i'm pretty sure that's not something you want to learn.
and when exactly would you have had TIME or an environment where it was safe to practice your abilities without technological help? i know you're looking at this from your point of view, which is colored by a lot of other stuff, but REALLY think about it. how could you have learned? where could i have taken you? what if there'd been more accidents, 'cause neither one of us get how to control your specific abilities? it's not like it's some failing in you, sweetheart, it was just shitty circumstances.
but ya ask me, ya got a better chance figuring out control here, when you CAN use your powers. there's plenty of pokemon who can do shit like you, and nobody's gonna try and dissect ya over it here.
You never gave me the chance to learn. You locked me up and threw away the key before I could spread my wings. And that's not a pun either so don't start laughing. I failed by virtue of having success removed from the picture.
What about team rocket? They're after power and control over Pokemon? What stops them from snatching me up at some point because they want to harness what I can do? What stops me from hurting my Pokemon, or my friends? I have already done that once.
and what the hell else was i supposed to do? it's not like this is the sort of thing we could've just played around with and see what worked and what didn't. why the hell do you think i started doing all the research on sirens in the first place? to help you.
you're only a siren like six days out of a year. and how would they even know? or know what the hell a siren is? they barely seem to grasp what a useful Pokemon is, from what i can tell. and i told you we would figure something out.
There is one (1) package in adorable wrapping paper underneath the tree for Angel.
To Angel
I hope you'll end joy this and that it will help keep you warm.
Yours sincerely, Armin
Angel's gift is soft and squishy and once the paper is off, it'll reveal a cute Meowth-printed hoodie/cloak, made of soft, soft fabrics, perfect for snuggling into.
[Angel also gets a gift from the Local Dorito Man. Guess what it is. It's an adorable Sylveon Kigu. Or pajamas. Whichever she feels like using it for. Plus the matching slippers.]
Angel, I know we don't talk much, but -- I figured you could use something to relax in. We all could. I hope it's all right.
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