celesticblonde

[celesticblonde]

As the young man swiftly approached her slim silhouette, his arms surrounded her thin waist and a soaked hug was given as his pearly skin got in touch with hers; she really missed his attentions, his intense cologne, everything about him. It’s been so long!! Almost 7 months since I last saw you? He was correct, more or less: she perfectly remembered their last meeting –sitting around a round table in a bright room, all around them bunch of papers and futile assignments to fulfill, though two steamy cups of hot coffee were compulsory during times like those. Being the champion wasn’t an easy task, and Steven as well surely knew how many commitments were to be accomplished. A vacation now and then was absolutely required.

“No mistake. It really was 7 months ago since our last meeting –work meeting.” she admitted it with a bit of melancholy as she kind of envy those who could afford to work with him every single day. Despite she wasn’t exactly a businesswoman or such,  she did like to work, mosltywith other persons –more than working on her own at least. And another aspect to point out was for sure the unique closeness she had with the Hoenn League Champion; maybe it was their similarities in the age, or maybe it was due to her similar passions, yet the two of them grew fond of each other, building up a rather strong relationship –though many rumors were still no sure about what kind of relationship it was. 

“I suppose you were exploring that cave over there,” she giggled as she gave a fleeting look at the rocky hole situated few meters away from them. “Yet I see you couldn’t resist the calling of the limpid waters of Undella.” again, she giggled smugly, her hands gently picking his up as she began to drag him with her toward the sea. “Mind joining me for a swim?”

She perfectly knew he might be required from his working duties in no time, yet since he was there, she might as well make the most of their casual encounter and recover what was left of their precious relationship.

“Because, if one thing works you might know it's true„ || Cynthia & Steven

Stuffing the last of his belongings in his backpack, Steven laced up his hiking boots and stretched. He was gonna miss this cave, his days in Unova were ending fast and soon a jet would come by tomorrow morning to fly him back to Hoenn and work. A light frown painted across his face as he thought about the mounds of paper work that would be waiting for him on his desk the second he steps into his office. He brought his calloused hands to his cheeks to stop his negative thoughts.

"Gotta make these last few hours the best then," he sighed to himself. First things first he has to get these clothes washed and a little bit of sunlight wouldn’t hurt him. Stuffing himself in a cave for 48 hours must totally be unhealthy, know that he thought about it, when was that last time he ate? His stomach let out a low growl as if to answer his question.

Then it hit him, he was in a cave near the ocean, a dip in the white sandy waters would do him some good and get the hygiene problem checked off his list. Roaming around the multiple tunnels until he found a stream of light seeping from the end of the cave, Steven had to turn away from the many glittering stones that caught his eye. Oh boy was it hard.

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#aaa late #sorry! ;u; #because if one thing works you might know it's true #steeleyedchampion

[celesticblonde]

At the sound of his voice, she at first didn’t believe her ears: he promptly refused the other girl’s invitation and accepted hers. Cheeks reddened at the thought of finally being able to have lunch with her dearest friend, the blonde girl just managed to hint a brief smile before actually realized he was standing right next to her desk, ready to follow her wherever she wanted to set for have their lunch together. What an unexpected turn of the events, she profoundly thought to herself as she slowly moved forward, the raven-haired boy swiftly followed her paces as she was out of their class, now the two of them walked side by side, Cynthia still uncertain about their destination.

“So –how the rooftop sounds?” she attempted to suggest a place for their meal, the young swimmer apparently didn’t seem to be contrary, nay, he seemingly briefly nodded at her speaking, a fleeting smile that made the blonde woman flush a little more. “Then, let’s proceed this way.”

The two of them proceeded throughout the whole hallway, till they reached a whitish stairway, the one which led to the roof of the scholastic building; Cynthia practically knew every single place of the academy, not a room was unknown to the blonde girl as she usually tended to stroll around the corridors most of the time ���she likes to walk when she reads or she studies, it’s probably just a strange habit of hers.

Gingerly climbing the very last step, the couple finally reached a glass door, a gentle pull of the handle and the door opened, letting a light breeze invest the two slender figures, blonde hair fluttering in the air as she proceeded outside the building. “Here we are –oh, and there is no one around apparently. How strange.” she commented, a speedy look around just to make sure she was correct; it really was odd that no one was around at this hour –but let’s just say it was a fluke, right?

“And by the way—“ she slowly turned toward him, few paces distanced them, “Thanks for having accepted my invitation, this time.” she trailed a little, a soft giggle spread from her mouth, echoing in the lonesome rooftop, just the two of us, no one around. “It means a lot, you know?” she absolutely didn’t intend to be cryptic or anything, just her true self, as she always has been with him. 

“And, you've got a smile that can light up the world„ (School AU) || Cynthia & Alex

Alexander never understood why he got all the attention that he did when he was at school. He doesn’t really get why he stood out with just about everyone at school. It wasn’t like he asked for this, but it just happened in the end, and he just lets it happen in the end. And that’s what makes him very upset with himself.

All the girls that surround him at school…he couldn’t even stand by the one that he truly liked.

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#super late!! #so sorry! #;u; #and you've got a smile that can light up the world (school au) #kingoftheswimminguniverse

[celesticblonde]

Thread list and stuff;;

So! I’ve just come back from my vacation just to realize I have to set off again in two days. COOL. Anyway, it was enjoyable, me and my best friend had tons of fun, really. Aaaand, might as well post a silly smart pic we took at the beach it was her idea, I’m innocent I sweaaaaar

Talking about my next destination, I’m going to visit Florence, possibly one of my most favourite cities that I always wanted to visit. I’ve never been to Florence and I’m truly excited to visit the Uffizi Gallery ashdgajsgdjsd;;;; My dad is the best, damn.

And, just to make clear I have the situation under control, I’ll make a thread list, just to make sure I didn’t forget anyone:

Cynthia;

-owes –> Alex; Volkner; Steven; Maylene; Green

-who owes her—> Brendan; Cyrus; Riku

Jill;

-owes—> Syria; Chali; Red

-who owes her—> Seymour; Vinny

That’s all I guess. Please let me know if I missed someone or if I made any mistake! And, for now I'd rather not began any new thread as I have tons of stuff to do and not enough time to write, but I'd be glad to accept any request in the future. (:

#tw: my face #TW: DAMN THAT HORRIBLE FACE #ooc #thread list #silly selfie with a friend though #it's excusable #lol

[celesticblonde]

Anyway, I hope I will get some time to get acquainted with everyone, really. As for now, I have a small announcement: tomorrow morning I'm setting off with my mother and my best friend for vacation, yay~ I will be away just for a week though, so I won't require any hiatus –as a matter of fact, I will certainly need it during July, as I will be away for two weeks, but I’ll spare the details for future ooc posts. For now, just know I’ll be still following your moves guys (sneaky arianna ay), or at least I’ll try to participate in TMI’s events and such. I feel bad ‘cause I sense like I haven’t really given all myself to all of you –meaning I would love to interact a little more with members I still not contacted, which is a bit comical as I’m shy as shit when it comes to casually talk to other persons. As memento, I’ll try to get in touch with everyone when I’ll come back from my holidays (ha ah, feeling like a creep now).

So, my dear thread partners, be patient with me and for everyone, have fun and enjoy summer, I wish you all a splendid week! Love you all, you precious friends! You all are awesome, don’t ever forget it –you make my days with your threads, really! Keep it up, and wait for my return!~ ♥

#ooc #announcement #vacation yay #will miss you though #;v;

[celesticblonde]

Despite her initial shyness, the blonde stranger suddenly revealed all her bafflement as she realized who she was talking with. Oh my Arceus! You’re Cynthia, the Champion of Sinnoh, gorgeous azure eyes stared at the taller blonde as she softly giggled in return; she didn’t expect to be that famous among youths, yet she couldn’t really disregard those kind of attentions. She wasn’t a celebrity or such, just a common Pokèmon trainer who made her own fame throughout battles and contests. There was nothing to be so surprised, in the end.

“That’s correct, my dear.” she gently addressed her, her head slowly nodded as to confirm her assumptions. “But to whom may I ask am I speaking?” a mere question that swiftly leaked from her rosy lips, a hint of curiosity actually rose from her facial expression as she was pleasantly surprised by her sudden appearance: she was indeed a rather lovingly girl, long blonde hair of the color of wheat, cerulean eyes that kept staring incredulous as she really didn’t believe she actually met the Champion of Sinnoh.

Ladies and gentlemen, please come to see the most beautiful flower of the whole region of Sinnoh! Please, come to see—

A sudden voice echoed in the air, breaking the surrealistic tension in between the two blondes: it was an invitation, seemingly to come and see the most significant attraction of the whole Flower Festival. Indeed an interesting and alluring call, Cynthia herself couldn’t really resist, as she has always been fascinated by all those things strictly related to mythical or legendary origins. Perhaps that young girl as well might be interested in seeing this well-known flower.

“Oh, are you coming as well? It might be an intriguing event!” she tried to convince the blonde lass, a charming smile pursed her lips as she offered to accompany her throughout the way till the main marquee. 

Flower Festival || Cynthia & Lillia

#this is bad #so sorry ;;;;; #flower festival #profumina

[celesticblonde]

Despite the adorable embarrassment that leaked from his words and facial expression, he did accept Cynthia’s request, tugging a gentle smile on her lips as she softly giggled at his lovingly endeavor; she knew it wasn’t that common for her to ask such things –and of course his reaction was utterly understandable. A teacher shouldn’t be acting like that, right? Indeed it was something strange, and the young boy as well noticed it, a question leaked from his lips as to confirm this sudden assumption.

“Aren’t you worried about other teachers seeing that you’re spending extra time with a student?”

She always had a rather sturdy character, no one ever managed to get her uncomfortable or in trouble, –yet he did manage to catch her guard off. It was a questionable thought, nay she as well thought about that kind of situation beforehand: many rumors might spread out throughout the school in less than no time as soon as someone eyed the two of them together –talebearers were everywhere, you could never know if you were safe or not. Yet, regardless those futile gossips that might rise from out of the blue, the blonde teacher wasn’t that worried about the situation –they weren’t doing anything wrong, right?

Proceeding through the hallway – and leaving pending the previous subject – the couple quickly reached the cafeteria of the school, which was practically empty as most students didn’t usually stop at school until this hour. Actually, a somewhat fluke as that way no one might disseminate any kind of rumors on her behalf. Ordering an hot coffee, the two then decided to sit nearby a huge window, the one who faced on the main field of the academy –almost empty as well, just few players were apparently having fun while playing football.

“So.. How is my grade in your class?”

A sudden question echoed in the empty room, ruby eyes now and then trying to fix upon her face, hues of red might be seen on his cheeks as well. “You already know the answer my dear.” she chuckled, slowly sipping her coffee as she attempted to be humorous: his grades were all excellent, and he himself most likely knew it. “Your scholastic skills are top notch –you know it. But let me ask an unpredictable question—” she dared, now gently placing on the table her cup, lips curled in a mischievous smile. “Is there any girl in your heart?” she knew it was a rather personal question, a soft giggle escaped from her lips as she thought about the strong abashment he was feeling. “Come on, you can tell me!”

“Afternoon greetings– or something else?„ (School AU) || Cynthia & Brendan

#pfff #so cute #afternoon greetings (school au) #littleroothero

[celesticblonde]

I’ll take you up on that offer. Your idea is brilliant!, he announced, a rather satisfied smile crowned his lips as he politely bowed as to show gratitude to her offer: again, all those formalities weren’t really necessary for her, yet she couldn’t really tell him to stop –he was just thanking her in the end, no harm or offense was given. He was indeed a well-mannered boy, that was for sure, and to be straight honest, Cynthia mostly liked those kind of persons, as it perfectly resembled the role model of what it should belong to the high society –the one she should as well follow at times, as being the Champion wasn’t a poor task to accomplish.

Regardless those futile thoughts, the young scientist quickly prepared his belongings, a radiant smile as he addressed to her,  asking her which lake would fit the best for his experiments –actually, he didn’t mind which lake they would aim for, he apparently seemed fine with all of them. Though, Cynthia wasn’t on the same opinion. “I’d like to visit Lake Verity, as it’s been a while since my last visit!” she giggled chuffed, her hand already rummaging in her pocket, pulling off the same red capsule she used before, the one with her Braviary inside. “It will be a short flight, don’t worry.” she reassured the young man, a gentle throwing and the red capsule hit the ground, a red beaming light was emitted and soon after the Flying-type Pokèmon was out. “Here, come and mount him, c’mon!” she incited the azure-haired man to mount on her trusted Pokèmon, then, with a nimbly hop, she as well was on her most valuable means of transport, ready to set off for Lake Verity.

The flight, as the blonde said, didn’t last any longer than half an hour, the greenery of the place was already in sight as the couple fell of share, the freshness of the zone around the lake was pleasantly felt by Cynthia, who was gently ordering her Braviary to land on the grassy soil –an easy landing, luckily for him.

“Here we are, Riku.” she proudly claimed, a soft pat on his shoulder was given as she fixed her gaze at the cavern in the middle of the lake, a place where many said that a legendary Pokèmon dwelt, Mespirt, bringer of emotion. Yet, as she gave a careful look at the small island, a strange pinkish light hovered in front of the cave’s entrance –was it the legendary spirit?

“Let us change our fate!„ || Cynthia & Riku

Riku gave a sideways smile. She disregarded everything he said. It wasn’t a difficult experiment. He came extra early in case of an event like this one. Her help wasn’t at all necessary. She didn’t need to feel bad at all. But he knew he was no match against her stubbornness. Finally he admitted defeat.

"If you insist, then I suppose it’s alright," He added sheepishly. "I mean, I can do my research anywhere. I figured learning about aquatic life would be beneficial," He began to ramble a little as she spoke over him. She didn’t seem to hear him at all. But at the mention of the three lakes, Riku was silenced. It had completely slipped his mind! If he was lucky, perhaps he’d catch sight of any of the elves! Wouldn’t that be a story to bring home to Reiko?

"Really? That’d be great. If it’s too much trouble, I can take myself. I forgot all about the lakes," He laughed shyly. But still his smile retained an upbeat attitude. "I’ll take you up on that offer. Your idea is brilliant! I would expect no less from you, Miss Cynthia. Thank you very much," He bowed customarily, as he was taught.

Retracting the sleepy Luxray to his pokeball, Riku approached Cynthia with whatever surviving materials pasted to his back. He looked at Cynthia with ready eyes. “So. Which lake shall we head to first? Valor? Acuity? Verity? I’m fine with whatever.” I wonder what Reiko would think if I told her I hung out with THE champion of the Sinnoh League.

#awww #i'm so late! #sorry ;u; #let us change our fate #collectedblues

[celesticblonde]

Proceeding her way, aiming to nothing, she found herself in the middle of the town, a sudden shower accompanied her along the pavement, no umbrella or jacket was used to cover her from the imminent downpour; she liked to be in perfect harmony with the rain, no matter how much soaked she could be. God is in the rain someone said, and for her it was damn true. Despite the obstinacy of the weather, she went ahead her way, passing by on her right an old and colourful arcade, the one  where they used to spend their time bugging on unaware players for their PokèDollars. Old times never left my mind, she thought to herself as she lastly stopped and shifted her gaze toward the beaming signboard, the pathetic reflection of her soaked body stood out from the shop window just in front of her –she would surely get ill in no time after that day. Several moments after, she shifted her yellowish gaze back at the road, cars quickly moving back and forth, almost like the many pedestrians who walked along her side –endless individuals who looked all the same to her, just gray shades of nothing but essences.

Many beings around her, many persons who counted nothing toward her, but one person, just one –him. She gazed those emerald eyes of his, few seconds and he ran towards her, conviction printed on his face as he briefly reached out for her touch. What did you mean back there? About losing your life with me? About not understanding something as pure as water? What is it you’re trying to say? his words arrived like a flood to her ears, his warm breath all over her face did make the blonde female stiffen a little: he did come back for her, he questioned about her intentions, about her opinion, about her feelings. He cared for her, after all.

"I’m sorry for flaking on you Cynthia, I should have met you on the rooftop and instead I’ve only made things worse as usual…"

Those words eventually warmed up her whole body, such a tender sensation as he then gently took his jacket off and drew it around her body, slightly budging her against the wall as to shelter her from the rain. His hands upon her shoulders were infinitely pleasant, much more than the soothing pattering of the rain on a window. She owed him answers, she owed him the world.

“I can’t be without you.” she softly whispered as she leant her hands against his chest, lips hovering over his, the scent he emanated was way too irresistible and melancholic. “I know I betray you and our oath, but –look at me now.” she pleaded, her right hand gently grazing his cheek as she directed his face as his eyes were perfectly aligned with hers. “Apologies if I may love you –but I can’t stand your life to be at risk more than necessary."  and after that, she felt extraordinary free from her struggles, though one thing was still left to do, and that weren’t words or confessions, just feelings, burst of feelings; with the same delicacy she took for her speech, she bruised his lips with hers, dearly pressing them against his wet skin –hers as well were soaked, but that didn’t change a thing, the feel remained the same.

“It’s your choice now—“ she eventually spoke as she slowly drew back from his face, a terrible sensation of having messed up everything loomed on her heart as she looked back into his eyes. She did the right thing –or at least in her opinion, as it was exactly what she felt at the moment. She did nothing wrong but expressing her true feelings, nothing more nothing less than a mere and passionate confession, a confession of a rotten queen.

Used To Be One of The Rotten Ones || High School AU || Green and Cynthia

#FINALLY #and omg #please tell me if something's wrong #used to be one of the rotten ones (au) #kantosupreme

[celesticblonde]

Her overwhelming concern was of course moved from his pitiful state –he was barely propel his head up and down for affirmation, his ashen complexion was far more a clear gauge of his sickness than everything else: he was on the edge of his life, Cynthia could easily tell by a deep stare into his dull eyes, still, a glimmer of light shone from the abyss of his soul as he probably didn’t expect such mercy towards him. It was true, the blonde Champion still had some grudge regard what he did in the past, in the long-lost past, yet she knew he deserved compassion at this point: what it was done in the past, belonged to it, no matter how many struggles we made, nothing would change, at all.

Shrugging off those unpredictable thoughts, the blonde stood again as to head toward the kitchen area, already pondering about which kind of tea the ex-leader of Team Galactic might like, yet a feeble questions rose from the couch, she briefly turned toward that faint echo and found his lips slowly moving, pronouncing a sentence she would never imagined to be asked.

"Why… after all this time, are you trying to help me?"

Despite the weakness of his state, he did not renounce to know the truth behind her unforeseen concern, as it was way too odd to be actually real. He continued. This time though, his words flowed more and more confidently, as if he wasn’t that ill and neglected, his desire to acquire her intentions, her sentiments were stronger than every disease he might encounter. And, after all, he deserved explanations.

“I can’t deny I might have some resentment towards you.” she simply pointed out, slow paces and she reached her black leather couch, pearly hands grazed the seatback. “But still—“

I can’t let you die.

Words that didn’t candidly leak from her lips, as she had some sort of block in her throat that prevented her to speak properly. To be perfectly honest, she might have some feelings for him – mercy, affection, rancor, a mixture of sentiments that she barely kept under control: it wasn’t easy for her to let an enemy like him in her house, yet it wasn’t that easy as well to let her feelings die on her for just a terrible mistake he did in the past. She had to face those and possibly got rid of the grudge that still didn’t permit her to fully understand her emotions.

“Everyone make mistakes –and you’re not less.” she regained breath, slowly walking away from the shelter she offered him, heading toward the kitchen, she needed to treat him, or he might for real didn’t make it. “What if I say I might think you can actually change?” words she always wanted to admit, yet occasions never gave her the opportunity to pronounce them. “I can make you a better person, I can teach you how to be cared and loved—“ and she left the sentence to a half, gently pouring some water in a pot, then placing it on the cooker, now she had just to wait for it to boil.

“Can you prove me wrong?”

Coming to Terms (AU) || Cynthia & Cyrus

#late! #I'm so sorry! #coming to terms #overthrowingspacetime

[celesticblonde]

For those who were wondering about my disappearance, well, let me say that it was for some problems I had with myself -I'm such a fragile person and sometimes I just want to let it go and disappear from the world. I'm just, not stronger enough at times. Luckily for me, I have many friends who support me and cheer me up even when I pointlessly weep. Really, I'm such a soft-hearted person.

Anyhow, I'm back from hiatus and I'll post replies those days, even though I have to say I'll be on vacantion from next Saturday -just one week though, it'll be okay. 

Again, thanks for putting up with me, you're truly precious friends to me! And for those who want to thread with me, don't be shy and shot me a message. (otherwise, I will do it. lol)

#i'm back again #geez #I feel guilty all the time #ooc #still kind of saddened

[celesticblonde]

Wearing her seraphic smile, she made few steps toward him, her hands perched on the window’s border as she listened to Brock’s words, he as well was taking a break from all those activities which involved the Culture Festival: apparently, those year many students were doing their very best in order to achieve the best rank in organizing their own classroom –which meant teacher as well were even busier than them, as they had to coordinate everything in order to accomplish a very good outcome. Cynthia was one of them, yet she mostly helped due to her strong affection with her students –a motherly figure they could always count on, seemingly.

And so did Professor Brock apparently, as he seemed quite tired as the blonde woman gave a careful look at him; as a matter of fact, he probably reached the window for lower his lassitude –he was indeed a great worker, as well as a diligent teacher, in the end. Notwithstanding, something was still unclear for the blonde teacher, a doubt wavered in her mind as she placed her leaden gaze over his relaxed visage, a rather easy question she though preferred to keep for herself –not that it was something truly relevant, but still better keep the mouth shut about those things.

Even if it was quite late, many students – and teachers as well – liked to stay in the scholastic building during this period of the year, as the spirit of the Culture Festival was a quite strong one, catching on almost the entire student body, as it was some sort of tradition rooted since the inauguration of the school itself: in truth, the Culture Festival surely was an old usage, possibly one of the most ancient regarding the scholastic system –though many other schools have renounced to it. This wasn’t the case, luckily.

“I’m really delighted to see you put all your efforts in this project.” she suddenly said, a swift shift of her head and she was facing the young teacher once again. “Not so many teachers put their own soul in their students’ hands and hopes –but you do it.” she was clearly speaking from her heart, the pureness leaked from her words was even way too soft as she gently leant closer to him, a fleeting chuckle as she noticed a bit of embarrass in his smile.

“You really are my favourite teacher.” she teased, perfectly knowing she as well was a teacher, yet she liked to consider herself one of his students, as she sometimes attended his lessons too. A rather magical and intimate moment you might guess –or that what two students thought as they peeked from the open door, few whispers that didn’t manage to not being caught by the two teachers.

“It’s not what you may think boys!” she pointed out, a soft giggle leaking from her lips as she tried to cover her sudden embarrassment: beyond doubts, there certainly were some rumors about them dating, yet they were just two close friends, nothing more, right?

“Culture Festival; are you enjoying yourself? (School AU)„ || Cynthia & Brock

"Where does this go Professor?" 

"Just put it near the center as it will be a divider of sorts," Brock replied easily without even looking up since his attention was solely on tying this rather complicated knot. In all honesty, he could just make a simple butterfly knot but that had the risk of untying itself if the weight strained the rope too much. Releasing a rather noisy sigh, he turned around to give a quick glare when snickers arose moments later.

"Yeah, laugh it up. Let’s see how your marks fare." Although he was only joking and really, these kids knew how he worked but a self satisfied smirk still splayed across his lips at the wide eye, goldfish imitation said student performed. This time, he joined the chuckles that resounded within the semi packed classroom. Ah, the joys of messing with young minds.

After he mastered his emotions, Brock went back to the difficult task of tying this knot. Skills that required high levels of finger dexterity were definitely not his forte but he was the only one in this class that had enough patience and attention span to look through the manual as he slowly created the knot. If he left the task to one of his students, no doubt that chaos will erupt.

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#omg #so cute #;u; #culture festival (school au) #brocksolidabs

[celesticblonde]

As a matter of fact, as they began to approach Cynthia’s house, now and then the inhabitants and the neighborhood of her greeted them with enthusiasm and pleasure, actually making the detective flush a little, as he probably didn’t expect such welcome for a common person: in the end, she was a rather simple person, she had nothing more than any other common person –it was just the elders of her town that especially liked her and her character, mostly admiring her tenacious tenor of life. They knew she was a hard-worker trainer and so they genuinely appreciated her dutiful attitude.

Returning their affection, she warmly smiled at them, gently pulling Looker with her as they eventually arrived at her house, a seraphic smile as she invited him to enter first, knowing he would feel abashed to set foot in her home first –how adorable. Regardless, she simply let him in, amazement could be seen in his face’s expression as he gave a fleeting look around her house, then he suddenly began accurately look around, not really bothering about her possible reaction apparently. To be honest, she didn’t mind him looking around her belongings –but just because it was him.

Restlessly, he passed in review most of her books and family photos, eventually ending up limply slipping on the leather sofa, a satisfied yet tired expression hovered on his face as he shifted his gaze toward hers, platinum eyes shiningly staring at hers – could you let the moment last not longer than it should be, but forever?

“Ah, this truly is a lovely place you have, yes! I do not mean to pry, but is it just you that lives here? If anything, I expected you to have a family of some sort, haha!”

And then he came out with this statement, bafflement as the blonde woman didn’t actually know how to reply to his curiosity, she blinked at least twice before actually realizing the questions he has just questioned, elbows gently placed on top of the back of the sofa as she pondered about the reason behind his sudden conclusion: she definitely didn’t have a family to grow and love, neither had she someone she lived with. The solely company she had were her Pokèmon –at the moment. You could never know if things might change, right?

Still uncertain about how she should reply to his question, he came out with another sentence, this time he actually managed to get the blonde Champion quite amused, apparently he has suddenly remembered she had to make dinner for the two of them. I’m sure whatever you decide to serve will be as lovely as you~!, definitely out of character –or that what Cynthia thought as she didn’t really expect such boldness and shamelessness from him, though not really displeasing, nay!

“I will put my heart in it, then!” she softly replied, briefly standing from her position, now walking right in front of him, gently taking his hands in hers as to make him stand from the sofa, “There, come with me in the kitchen, so we can continue out little chat while I’ll prepare dinner.” she hasn’t forgot about his initial inquisitiveness, still wondering about his concern about her relationship status.

As soon as they were in the kitchen, she let him sit at the table, a slight sense of bitterness as she departed from his warm hands, she really didn’t want to, but she had to prepare dinner, right? Someone has to do it, no doubt about it. “Sadly, I have to admit I just have few ingredients, as I really didn’t expect any guest!” she giggled, swiftly pulling out of the fridge few eggs, “I hope an omelette sounds good for you.” otherwise, there was nothing more to eat, for real. She usually ate away in the evening, she wasn’t quite used to buy too many ingredients for herself. He surely was a big surprise for her –not a displeasure though.

“—and I don’t have a anyone here; just my grandmother –yet she lives in another house here in town.” she briefly admitted as she was taking a small frying pan, a swift gesture and the eggs were correctly broken inside the pan and so she proceeded cooking. “I might say your curiosity did intrigue me though!” she confessed, nimbly and quickly finishing cooking their omelettes, it didn’t take too long in the end, as she actually thought it would have taken much more longer than this.

“So, I really hope you will fulfill my inquiring mind at the end of our dinner—“ she spoke as she placed on each plate an omelette, a gentle smile as she eventually turned and served the plate on the table, “But first, let’s eat!” she lastly said with a smug smile imprinted on her rosy lips, she really did hope he would like it. She waited for his first taste, as to hear his approval. “How does it taste?” a bit of anxiousness as she pondered about his reply, quite the nervy woman, huh.

Amity Huts || Cynthia and Looker

"…A ride among the clouds…?" Looker repeated slowly, unsure if Cynthia was being serious or not. Oh, but no, the blonde was being as serious as ever. He watched intently as she hurled a pokeball into the air, releasing the eagle-Pokemon, Braviary. It took him a moment to realize that Cynthia expected him to climb onto the large bird, and fly to Celestic Town. “N-now now! I can call us a cab if it saves you the trouble of- oh.” The detective gulped when Cynthia offered her hand, pulling him onto the flying-type.

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#IDK #THEY'RE #CUTE #AND #OMG #SHE'S NERVY #AHAAA #amity huts #lookertickets

[celesticblonde]

masterballz:

シロナさんさん BY もた

#my my #pic

[celesticblonde]

Few gusts of wind pierced throughout the metal fence as the blonde teacher quietly stared the young boy, pearly fingers still tangled around the metallic netlike as she briefly smiled at his awkwardness: he really was an interesting boy to approach, yet he still had several unknown sides to be revealed, perhaps no one would ever be able to discover them –or maybe not. Rumbling about the book he was initially reading, the black-haired boy muttered few words, it was just Pokemon History he said, casually putting it away as he somewhat regarded all his attention to the blonde teacher now.

"Well, I usually come up here to relax myself after school."

He was terse and strict, a glimmer of embarrassment as he shifted his gaze once again back to the horizon, she clearly understood his abashment: she at times made other feel slightly uncomfortable, as she somewhat had an authoritative attitude, yet she really didn’t mean to be such intimidating. On the other hand, she actually was quite the communicative person, mostly preferring to listen to other people’s problems than exposing her own issues.

On the edge of parting her lips, she heard his voice once again, still avoiding eyes contact with her as he apparently felt partly cowed by her presence, Cynthia-Sensei, what are you interested in? he asked it kind of solemnly, a somewhat strange question to ask, leaving the blonde teacher slightly baffled, as she really didn’t know what to answer. She was interested in myths –boring, yes? How could she tell him about it, really. He possibly might get even troubled than he was at the moment.

Regardless, he eventually came out with another question, this time his curiosity was fairly approachable, a quite amusing question leaked from his parted lips. What I found funny? she repeated to herself mentally, a thoughtful expression hovered on her fine facial features as she pondered about any possible replies: as a matter of fact, she tragically fell down again on the myth’s subject –as whenever you talk about metaphysical things. Yet, she eventually found a way to change the subject.

“I enjoy exhibitions and theatrical shows a lot –but I also enjoy having a cup of coffee or tea with my acquaintances!” slightly shrouded, but it clearly was an invitation for having a drink together, just to break the ice, right? “So, do you have some spare time for me?”

Quite a unexpected suggestion from her, yet she actually didn’t mind his company at all –to be honest, she admired his smartness and wanted to learn a bit more about him, but she couldn’t force him to go with her. It was his choice, not hers.

“Afternoon greetings– or something else?„ (School AU) || Cynthia & Brendan

#laaate #so sorry austin!! #and this is lame #ah ha #;u; #afternoon greetings (school au) #littleroothero

[celesticblonde]

Quietly listening to the young engineer explanation, she sadly realized how much charm the young man had –such a waste during an emergency situation like this, as time for deep acquaintances was now forbidden. Regardless, she did get his point: there were no more opportunities than two, one regarding Nellis Air Force Base, located northeast of New Vegas in the Mojave Wasteland – a pre-War air force base that became the home of the Boomers, a xenophobic group – and the other one regarding Gibson scrap yard, a yard which belonged to an old lady. Both of them were clearly not completely safe, as they might not find what they were looking for, though, there were no other chances to afford: actually, it was a matter of time.

“So can you have someone run up here with an estimation of how long we have?"

It was clear, he needed to know how much time left they have, as basing on it, they would choose which options would be the best to accomplish. Luckily for him, Cynthia wasn’t inexperienced about the place and already got informed about the critical situation of the solar plant. “Regarding what the officer told me, this place has still a forty percent of energy left to use. That means, we don’t have that much time left to play around with.” she might sound amusing, yet there was no way to be amused about that. Forty percent of energy left was a plain signal of alarm, meaning there was no other choice but aiming to Nellis –or, that was what the blond engineer probably thought.

“I’m afraid to let you know, that Nellis Air Force Base has been sealed from any kind of approach.” she apologetically admitted, almost immediately giving him the reason behind that decision. “I’ve heard that several Legionaires have been attacking the base, so they basically decided to play safe.” she sighed in the end, already guessing what the young engineer was going to reply. “Indeed, we have no other choice but going toward Gibson scrap yard.”

Frankly, she didn’t even like the place itself, but there were really no other choices than it: it was their solely lifeline so far. Eventually, she clasped her hands together, a brief nod as she shifted her gaze back to his, as azure as the sea. “Then it’s settled. Meet me in one hour in the main courtyard; we’ll set off immediately.” she lastly announced, a fleeting smile as she walked past him and exited the spacious room, heading toward the armory room –better play safe even in a place like that, you could never know who you might meet in this awful period.

Taking a liking mostly for rifles and shotguns, she also liked melee weapons, as they always came handy in critical situations. So, as she arrived at the armory room, she didn't take too long deciding which weapons she should pick up with her; first of all, she got her hands on Lucky, a unique version of the standard .357 magnum revolver, then she considered to take with her a melee weapon, a combat knife should work fine. With these weapons, she felt relieved and safer, not really wanting to bump into an enemy without a proper preparation.

—

An hour flew pretty fast, and the young colonel made her way to the main courtyard, the place where she had to meet the blond engineer, a rather interesting guy to deal with, indeed, but let leave those kind of stuff for later. Looking at the spacious open area, she forthwith realized that the helicopter gunship was already on, Volkner standing right beside the noisy machine. A dinky smile appeared on her lips as she swiftly approached the young man, a hint with her head and the two of them got inside the machinery.

The flight itself didn’t last long, about fifteen minutes or a little more, in while the two stayed silent, no words leaked from their mouths except from few dialogues dealing with the actual situation of the world. On the other side, he himself didn’t seem a rather talkative person, so.  Yet, his interest surely raised as the helicopter finally reached the old yard, though something was clearly wrong with the surroundings.

“It’s completely empty!” that was the first sentence the blonde woman said as she landed from the helicopter, swiftly followed by the engineer. “And where’s Old Lady Gibson?—“ she frantically looked around for answers, not getting any clues about what really happened. “There is definitely something wrong here..” she was unsure, a hint of anxiousness leaked from her expression as she turned over him, inquisitive eyes as she pleaded for answers he surely didn’t have.

“What do we do— Volkner?” she wasn’t really out of ideas at the moment, yet she gladly would like to hear his opinion regard the situation, hoping he would actually have any replies to her doubts.

Goin' Under \\ Fallout New Vegas AU starring: Volkner and Cynthia

#here's your choice! #is old lady gibson dead or not? #aaaa #goin' under (fallout au) #wattssoshocking

[celesticblonde]

She has just exposed and offered her heart and soul to him, a wounded and torn heart she deeply hid from prying eyes, the only person that could truly understand and feel the same way as her was obviously the one who made her feel like this. She knew she had done possibly the worst thing she could have ever done, yet she visibly didn’t mean to betray him or anything: she utterly cared for him, she would have never done something that could harm him or spoil their remarkable friendship. Yet, her words seemed like feeble soap bubbles when they reached for his ears, he barely turned toward her while she spoke -just the corner of his eye inspected her, just eventually he decided to turn toward her, a quite fed up expression crowned his visage as his emerald eyes fixed on her pale complexion.

"You broke our pact, you became a hall monitor."

Those words profoundly flustered Cynthia’s mind, an awful throb wafted throughout her whole skin, making her shiver a little; despite she wasn’t much the emotional person, she strangely felt weak and dejected, sorrow and anguish tormented her psyche as she tried not to burst into emotions while listening to his words. Who has my back now? No one that’s who!, she felt nothing but hopeless hearing those considerations, disappointment hovered on her face as she slowly shifted her gaze at an old inscription, their oath, a pact they used to call ‘Thick as Thieves’, the so called promise she has broken in the moment she decided to take part in the Hall Monitor’s club.

What he thought was surely grounded and true, but he apparently hasn’t consider the arduous choice the blonde had to take, as she, for truth, deeply believed in their relationship, not a single doubts came to her mind as the two of them settled to take that pledge. There was a reason behind the decision she made, indeed she didn’t take the opportunity of making choices without a reasonable justification behind it.

"You just don’t understand Cynthia."

That. That was the trigger which made the blonde burst into overwhelming reactions –at least inside her chest. She still was looking at the old inscription, her yellowish eyes slowly shifted from the wall to his visage, still marked with a deadpan expression, as if he really didn’t care at all about her –not anymore.

“You really don’t get it, don’t you?” she briefly spoke, her tall figure gently kneeling over his crouched shape, her pale visage gingerly getting closer to his face, she could almost feel his breath over her skin. “I may have broken our pact, but I surely haven’t broken our relationship.” she almost whispered, words that leaked from her lips felt as sharp knives, yet her puny state was to be seen.

“I want you to be safe Green, that’s why I joined the Hall Monitor.” not that she hasn’t considered other solutions before ending up to that conclusion, yet there were no other safer way than this: they might have continued doing their stunts, yet after that accident, she actually realized how much she cared for him. A struggle of feelings she couldn’t really express by words, gestures were the best means of communication she knew.

Delicately, she lift her hand over his face, fingertips gently grazing his smooth skin as she doomed herself to be such a foolish dominated by the indomitable force of love. “I’ve lost my life with you.” she eventually concluded, her swift fingers slid down as she detached from him, a saddened smile lastly tugged her lips as she stood on her feet again. “You’re the one who don’t understand something as clear as pure water.” and with that last sentence, she took her leave, getting out the small hut they used to spend the time of their life, a senseless hope still menaced inside her chest, in the end, she was the one who childishly hoped for him to come and take her into his arms, like two lovers after thousand fights and dissidences –finding the peace after the storm.

Used To Be One of The Rotten Ones || High School AU || Green and Cynthia

#omg #i'm kind of empty now #kantosupreme #used to be one of the rotten ones (au)

[celesticblonde]

“Culture Festival; are you enjoying yourself? (School AU)„ || Cynthia & Brock

November has finally come, and as every scholastic year, the month of November only meant one thing: Culture Festival. It was a rather well-known event of the school, involving both students and teachers, as it was possibly one of the most important event of the year. Offering each year a different kind of theme and presentations, each class had to organize its own exhibition, most of the time concerning homemade products, as they were much appreciated by visitors.

Exactly as she usually did every single year, the blonde History professor agreed to take part in the preparations of the event, a brief smile as she realized most of her colleagues actually decided as well to collaborate with their students in order to make the occurrence even more better than it actually was. Besides, teachers weren’t actually forced to do so – they were utterly free to choose whether or not they helped their class in order to accomplish a perfect outcome, which actually ended up most of the time in a challenge in between rival teachers, wanting to obtain the supremacy of the whole festival.

Regardless of those foolish disputes, she simply helped out organizing the whole decorations of her class, diligently carrying several boxes full of materials and adornments, eventually even doing her best not to ruin anything while she was on her way to the classroom, as she was way too distracted during that period of the year, pretending to be perfectly cool, even if she in truth felt kinda nervous; not that she didn’t trust her students, yet she felt anxious for them, hoping everything would be good enough and that everyone would enjoy their time during the event. Such motherly teacher.

Pushing the very last boxes nearby the entrance of the classroom, Cynthia eventually decided to take a small break from all her commitments, slowly heading toward one of the classes which hasn’t been used for the festival, his spacious and quiet room was something the blonde utterly loved when she was alone. Even though, this time she wasn’t alone; as she entered the breezy chamber, a tall figure stood just in front of the open window, his dark hair slightly fluttered as the wind gently grazed his frame. “Professor Brock!” she softly claimed, her long hair now fluttered as he slightly moved from the window as he turned, a smile in response. “What a pleasant coincidence to find you here.”

She indeed has a particular admiration for her colleague, his Geology lessons actually were well esteemed by her as well; he was an excellent teacher, and even more, a rather warm and friendly acquaintance to have and to be proud of having.

#did it! #let me know if something's wrong #c; #culture festival (school au) #brocksolidabs