❅ How Rare and Beautiful ⊰ closed May 23, 2019 1:23:18 GMT -5
Post by Alexander Gray on May 23, 2019 1:23:18 GMT -5
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Sleeping At Last
|Even though the morning sun had risen through the window of his room, Alex was still asleep. He hadn't been sleeping long, most of the night he spent crying while Raijin sat close to his bed, curled up around the pichu egg that he had Melinoe move for him so that it stayed warm. The shuppet had decided to come out of her PokeBall for a moment when Alex was crying, worried over him. But he kept to himself, closed off and curled up in a tight ball. Instead, she had decided to roam about, passing through the walls of the house and going for a small adventure. It had been a long time since they had the freedom to move around.|
The egg wobbled lightly next to Raijin, waking the lion pokemon and causing him to look around the room. The most obvious thing was that there was a slight crack in the egg, as if something smacked it. From the inside of the egg though, Raijin could see that the pichu was slowly making its way out. Perhaps this would cheer up Alex.
Another thing caught his attention though, a movement at the door. When he looked around the bed, he spotted Hera, who seemed to be on a mission. Last he had seen her, she looked sympathetic to Alex, a good sign that perhaps she forgave him, even a little.
Alex didn't even stir when she leapt onto his bed, most likely drained from exhaustion. His eyelids were red from crying and hair stuck to his face like a child. His breathing had become normal again though, so that was good at least, or at least, that was what Raijin thought.
The only thing that had disturbed Alex was the tickle of fur on his face, like a feather being deliberately placed and traced on his cheek. He shifted slightly, groaning. And then, he found himself unable to breathe and a heavy weight on him.
He gasped, surprised by the weight of the growlithe who had appeared from nowhere. "W-wha --- Hera???" He hadn't expected the growlithe to be there, holding out a hand for her to inspect. When she had done her own thing, he draped his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his tired eyes, sore and hot. He wondered how early it was, looking to his alarm clock - god, he even kept the alarm clock plugged in - and noticed that it hadn't been that long since he last saw the time.
He looked around some more, noticing things that stood out to him: his computer, easy cash that Emerson could have gotten had he truly disliked him; the small luxray ornament, untouched; the multitude of books that lined the one wall of his room; his clothes in their dresser drawers peaking out just slightly from the top. Nothing had been moved. Not touched. It was as if Emerson had been waiting for him to come home this whole time, and it was the case.
He stripped off his clothes and kicked off his shoes, having worn them for the past few days since he left the hospital. When he opened the dresser, he pulled from it a plain black shirt and a pair of black pants, some new socks. Shower, he needed to shower first, and he groaned at the realization that he needed to and had dressed himself instead. He shrugged. A few seconds in his clothes wasn't going to burn them.
Just as he was getting ready to cross the hall to the bathroom to take his shower, hoping that Emerson wouldn't mind him doing so, he heard a voice softly trailing from the kitchen. He crept to the door carefully, placing himself against the wall, between the door and the dresser that sat not that far from it.
"Maybe he was right to give up on me. Maybe Emalee was right to leave, too. Maybe I'm not someone anyone should stick around with."
He turned, his back to the wall and slid down it, tired and still hurting. How did everything go so wrong so quickly? When he had started ignoring Emerson's phone calls, it was to keep himself from making the other disappointed. Not to cause this pain. All it would have taken was one phone call, or even just the honest truth.
He got up and made his way out of his room, nervous but hopeful at the same time. He was trying to stay calm and not break down again, though he was sure that it had been obvious he had been. He looked at Emerson carefully, grabbing at his bare arms as if they were cold. "Hey." He said, rubbing one arm. His voice was soft, but cracked a little. "Do you ... do you want me to make you something?" He asked, not sure what to do at the moment to relieve the tension in the air.
Pichu Egg 11/15
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