The champion stood at the peak of the spear pillar, lost in her own thoughts as a gentle breeze flew past her. It had been a while since she had last been here and with what happened during that last visit, she couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of guilt.

The distortion world, the many beings she could have studied, she missed that opportunity. But what really got to her was the idea that she left someone there, alone and at the mercy of Giratina, of all pokemon.

A sigh.

She raised her head to watch the clouds float just above her.

“Shut up Cynthia.”

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“Silent treatment?” Flint glanced questioningly over his shoulder. “I didn’t know we were pretending to be five again!” He was sorely, sorely tempted to reach a hand up and grab her ass, just to make his immaturity point hit home, but he didn’t. He figured slinging her over his shoulder was enough for one day as he descended the stairs, almost out in the bright sunshine. 

She didn’t respond, not even a single world. It was her stubbornness that made her act that way she did really. That and her trait of being a complete and utter workaholic. There was that undeniable need to finish her work, her millions and millions of files and paperwork that really shouldn’t be left with someone of her age.

Oh well.

The champion knew she’s not going to win this. She’d win any pokemon battle thrown at her but when it came to Flint and what he wanted, she’d never win.

Groan.

Cynthia just gave up. Raising her hand to pull on a patch of Flint’s hair instead.

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“Watch me.”

Flint grinned and stood up and away from the keyhole, pushing back his already-short sleeves for dramatic effect. “But Cynthia, my dear,” he said, just before pushing the door open on his own with a firm grip on the handle, “that would be boring~”

Like Mordor, one did not simply walk into Cynthia’s room. In fact, if one wanted to keep his testicles intact, one did not enter Cynthia’s room period. But Flint did, and, despite her protests and threats, strode across said forbidden room and hoisted her up easily over one shoulder, Jigglypuff pen and all, and exited the room.

“Just remember,” he sang as he strode down the hallway with a kicking Cynthia in tow, “We could have done this the easy way if you hadn’t been so stubborn~!”

He walked into her room.

HE WALKED INTO HER ROOM.

HE FUCKING WALKED INTO HER BEDROOM.

She felt the side of her eye twitch ever so slightly. The normal thing to do was to wiggle around and protest until he lets her go but she knew his far too well. So instead, she did the complete opposite and just stayed silent for the rest of her…”trip”. 

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blacklaceandgoldbeads:

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Cynthia rose from beneath her well made paperwork fort as she heard the banging on the door. It’s not like she had cleared things up with the elite ever since their second…uhh…drunken encounter but at least she was able to stand being in the same room with him.

“I’d rather not thanks.” she replied calmly as she combed her hair with her fingers. It wasn’t like he was the reason she didn’t wanna go out with him. She just didn’t want to go out, period.

Just take the answer and leave, PLEASE.

Of course. A no. One would think Flint would be used to such rejection. And, to an extent, he was. The only difference is that he’d continue to bother Cynthia when she did so until he got at least half of what he wanted.

“But why nooootttt?” he whined, slumping pathetically against the door, taking turns between peering through the keyhole and speaking through it. “It’s beautiful! You’re beautiful! It’s like Arceus designed this match in heaven, and it would totally, definitely be a sin to not take it!”

Plus, it would be a really great opportunity to talk about what had happened the last time they’d hung out together. And there wouldn’t even be a repeat experience; not this time, and not ever. He’d assure her of that. “Please? Cynth, you can’t stay cooped up in there forever!”

“Watch me” she replied bluntly as she reached for one of the pens in the “I heart Sinnoh” cup she kept on her desk. She ended up with her jigglypuff pen with the pink ink.

“Uhh…eh whatever.” she said to herself as she started with her next pile of files.

He called her beautiful.

Of course she liked that he called her that, hell she loved it whenever he’d compliment her or do stuff for her. It was just her pride telling her to back up a bit. That, and because there was just something about falling for an elite that kinda made things…eh.

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Cynthia rose from beneath her well made paperwork fort as she heard the banging on the door. It’s not like she had cleared things up with the elite ever since their second…uhh…drunken encounter but at least she was able to stand being in the same room with him.

“I’d rather not thanks.” she replied calmly as she combed her hair with her fingers. It wasn’t like he was the reason she didn’t wanna go out with him. She just didn’t want to go out, period.

Just take the answer and leave, PLEASE.

 seems I have been neglecting my friends. I’m sorry, it’s just that my work’s been piling up these days…B-But I’m here now! Hopefully that’s worth something.

…more so that I wanted to meet you, I guess. You are a champion, aren’t you? It’d be interesting battling you sometime. …oh… [/small pause] I’m Red.

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 In spite of everything, Wallace had to stop to admire the closet.  It had indeed grown larger and more stocked.  He was absolutely impressed with her closet’s ability to do so, as well as its apparent ability to be the size of an entire bedroom.  But right.  They were here for powder, weren’t they?

He allowed himself to be guided to the table and sat down she started to rummage through for powder in his shade.  Once she had it, he took it with an appreciative nod and smile.  ”Thank you.  You are my savior.”

He immediately popped it open and began to powder his face, hiding the mess he’d made with his tears.  At least this problem was easily solved or covered over.  He still didn’t know what to do for his larger issue.  Also, he didn’t know where his milotic had gone, either. 

Edward was around, and in fact, had found his way to Steven, out in the hall.  He casually floated by the man and nudged him with his nose.  Then the milotic laid on the floor, looking up at Steven with adorable eyes as he cooed, seeming to ask what was wrong.  

She took a seat on the white leather ottoman as she waited for her friend to finish up. Cynthia was hoping that it would feel like old times again but truth is, it didn’t. As if it was bad enough that she had that weird moment with Steven in the forest but now coming home to find Wallace here because Bertha asked him to be and not because she asked him to be. Well that wasn’t exactly a wanted blow to her ego now was it?

Call her selfish but she wanted him to be here because she asked him to be here. Not because Bertha needed as excuse to make a huge dinner or whatever she had planned. Sad to say she’s have to suck it in because whatever reason he had for being here…

At least he came.

“I really missed you..”

(Source: blacklaceandgoldbeads)