[ she's been biting her lip since she called him an idiot. That wasn't a nice thing to say, and she starts deflating just a bit. Wants to apologize, but moving her lips is hard. This whole experience is hard on her brain, and knowing how to properly process it all is...well, it's hard. He's thinking about things, and when he turns away, she confirms he's...probably not thinking about nice things.
It's hard to think about nice things, sometimes. But...not impossible.
He wants her to leave, and she'd grant him his wish. He reminds her a bit...of Gladion, being that she'd seen more of Gladion before she came here. Very one-track minded. Needed alone time, and she was more than happy to let him do as he pleased. He knew what he was doing. She knew what she had to do. It's different, here. He doesn't know what he's doing...and Luna doesn't know what she's doing, either.
Her voice is soft, like a whisper. Lost without answers, she clenches her fists. ]
O-okay.
[ he's become so important that leaving is harder than staying. Is he like Gladion? Does he need space? Will he remember to come home? Does she need to vocally burn into his skin the reminder that people love him? She wishes it could be easier. That she could shut her eyes and not see a child, cowering beneath his fa--...another man, waiting to be beaten. A pokemon who would give their everything to keep that child alive and safe. She wonders if he thinks she pities him. If she wants to apologize. But in honesty, Luna doesn't know what to do. No apology could strip any layer of that heavy burden from him, but all she wants to do is apologize. All she wants to do is tell him that things will be okay, and that even if he's bigger than her, she wouldn't let anything bad happen to him, if she could help it. She'd have her companions beside her to make sure that wouldn't happen.
In a situation like this, her mom would hug her, and pet the back of her head. Back when she was small. Back when dad was around. Long, tan fingers would run through Luna's soft, black hair comfortingly. There, there. The voice of the angels cooled her hot tempers and any sadness. I'm here now, everything is okay. He...never had that, and Luna withdraws her hands to her sides, pressed tightly into her body.
She swallows thickly and shuffles backwards a step. Opens her mouth to speak. But what do you say? Nothing. Say nothing, and...remember to smile later, when he comes home. Remember what her mother did. Remember the patience in her voice, and the softness of her hands. Luna walks away from him.
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It's hard to think about nice things, sometimes. But...not impossible.
He wants her to leave, and she'd grant him his wish. He reminds her a bit...of Gladion, being that she'd seen more of Gladion before she came here. Very one-track minded. Needed alone time, and she was more than happy to let him do as he pleased. He knew what he was doing. She knew what she had to do. It's different, here. He doesn't know what he's doing...and Luna doesn't know what she's doing, either.
Her voice is soft, like a whisper. Lost without answers, she clenches her fists. ]
O-okay.
[ he's become so important that leaving is harder than staying. Is he like Gladion? Does he need space? Will he remember to come home? Does she need to vocally burn into his skin the reminder that people love him? She wishes it could be easier. That she could shut her eyes and not see a child, cowering beneath his fa--...another man, waiting to be beaten. A pokemon who would give their everything to keep that child alive and safe. She wonders if he thinks she pities him. If she wants to apologize. But in honesty, Luna doesn't know what to do. No apology could strip any layer of that heavy burden from him, but all she wants to do is apologize. All she wants to do is tell him that things will be okay, and that even if he's bigger than her, she wouldn't let anything bad happen to him, if she could help it. She'd have her companions beside her to make sure that wouldn't happen.
In a situation like this, her mom would hug her, and pet the back of her head. Back when she was small. Back when dad was around. Long, tan fingers would run through Luna's soft, black hair comfortingly. There, there. The voice of the angels cooled her hot tempers and any sadness. I'm here now, everything is okay. He...never had that, and Luna withdraws her hands to her sides, pressed tightly into her body.
She swallows thickly and shuffles backwards a step. Opens her mouth to speak. But what do you say? Nothing. Say nothing, and...remember to smile later, when he comes home. Remember what her mother did. Remember the patience in her voice, and the softness of her hands. Luna walks away from him.
Don't forget. ]