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vatheon2013-09-11 05:18 pm
unwrittenformula) wrote in vatheon2013-09-11 05:18 pm
It seems like we're playing charades, playing like we're afraid to live [CLOSED]
Who: N and Hilda
When: Waaaaay backdated, August 3rd, late evening
Where: N's apartment
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[Returning to normal after spending a week as a shapeshifter in a "world" where memories contradicted truth had been enough to shake N right down to his core. And it wasn't the memories themselves that had done it, though the heavy loneliness he had felt in those memories certainly helped push him in that direction.
No, what had done it was what transpired between him and Hilda during it. Lonely as he was, longing for contact but being so afraid of being hurt, he had been content to just wander on his own with no intents of going to some place he might call home. But she had come looking for him anyway, cried tears of sorrow at his absence and pleaded with him to come back with her.
Even in a curse, those feelings had been genuine. It wasn't just his tenancy to wander off during the curse, or any other time, but the fact that he had left at all. Those tears were leftover from that day he had bid her farewell, telling her to follow her dream with no intents of chasing after his own anymore. His had been a ruse anyway - why should he, when her dreams, no matter what they were, would ultimately be far more beautiful and noble than his own?
He knew now, through those actions during the curse, all the things she had left unsaid for so long. All the things that were under the words she spoke aloud.
He had hurt her. Badly. The one thing he never wanted to do. And every time he vanished for a while was yet another time she thought he was never going to return.
The days following the curse had been awkward for them. Hilda had returned to her smiles and "I'm fine" 's, even when her eyes looked at him with a lingering question of 'when is he going to leave again', and he struggled to even clumsily find a way to talk about what had happened.
So he did the only thing he knew he could count on when he was doubting himself - talk to his friends.
Zoroark was no help. His still somewhat adolescent mind could only think in terms of how Pokemon related to one another, and N was pretty sure that for all his Pokemon-like quirks curling up in her lap and looking sad wasn't going to actually fix anything.
Zekrom, however, was far more understanding.
"It seems to me you need to make a promise to the young girl that you wish to stay by her side. If you have no intentions of leaving again, make yourself clear in that."
That seemed easy enough. He did want to be around her. Vatheon had them trapped - even if he did go away from their home for more than a day, he was going to have to return eventually.
Of course, it was saying it that was going to be the issue...
After returning to the apartment late in the evening, having finished his flight with Zekrom around the island, he timidly entered their domicile and called out.]
H... Hilda? Are you home?
When: Waaaaay backdated, August 3rd, late evening
Where: N's apartment
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[Returning to normal after spending a week as a shapeshifter in a "world" where memories contradicted truth had been enough to shake N right down to his core. And it wasn't the memories themselves that had done it, though the heavy loneliness he had felt in those memories certainly helped push him in that direction.
No, what had done it was what transpired between him and Hilda during it. Lonely as he was, longing for contact but being so afraid of being hurt, he had been content to just wander on his own with no intents of going to some place he might call home. But she had come looking for him anyway, cried tears of sorrow at his absence and pleaded with him to come back with her.
Even in a curse, those feelings had been genuine. It wasn't just his tenancy to wander off during the curse, or any other time, but the fact that he had left at all. Those tears were leftover from that day he had bid her farewell, telling her to follow her dream with no intents of chasing after his own anymore. His had been a ruse anyway - why should he, when her dreams, no matter what they were, would ultimately be far more beautiful and noble than his own?
He knew now, through those actions during the curse, all the things she had left unsaid for so long. All the things that were under the words she spoke aloud.
He had hurt her. Badly. The one thing he never wanted to do. And every time he vanished for a while was yet another time she thought he was never going to return.
The days following the curse had been awkward for them. Hilda had returned to her smiles and "I'm fine" 's, even when her eyes looked at him with a lingering question of 'when is he going to leave again', and he struggled to even clumsily find a way to talk about what had happened.
So he did the only thing he knew he could count on when he was doubting himself - talk to his friends.
Zoroark was no help. His still somewhat adolescent mind could only think in terms of how Pokemon related to one another, and N was pretty sure that for all his Pokemon-like quirks curling up in her lap and looking sad wasn't going to actually fix anything.
Zekrom, however, was far more understanding.
"It seems to me you need to make a promise to the young girl that you wish to stay by her side. If you have no intentions of leaving again, make yourself clear in that."
That seemed easy enough. He did want to be around her. Vatheon had them trapped - even if he did go away from their home for more than a day, he was going to have to return eventually.
Of course, it was saying it that was going to be the issue...
After returning to the apartment late in the evening, having finished his flight with Zekrom around the island, he timidly entered their domicile and called out.]
H... Hilda? Are you home?