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I realized I never posted yesterday's instalment, so that's here. Also, I am not sure this is encouraging me to do my best writing, so I'm editing as I go along. Today's instalment is shamelessly parroted off of the entry that I did for those two in the 1-sentence challenge, but I couldn't find that original entry in any of my journals, so I rewrote it somewhat shorter than it used to be.
January 4: The language of cities (Alec/Riley)
“Come over here,” Alec urged, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer to the edge.
“Alec,” Riley warned, but moved all the same, closer to the railing of the open-top bus. “If I fall over the side you’re explaining it to my parents.”
“You’re not going to fall over the side. Don’t be-are you closing your eyes?!”
“Yes,” she said firmly, completely unashamed. “If I can fall out of a pick-up truck when it’s going five miles per hour I can fall off the top of a double-decker bus when it’s going more than that.”
Alec sighed and encircled an arm ‘round her waist. “Come on, open your eyes,” he coaxed. “You’re about to miss it.”
The bus chose that moment to lurch forward out of traffic and Riley stumbled and went sideways into Alec. She swore under her breath and grabbed the handrail tightly. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.
Alec gripped her waist with his other hand. “I’m not going to let you fall.”
Riley ignored him for a minute and took a deep, deep breath. The language of the city flowed around her: wind, snatched scraps of conversation, honking horns, a clang as someone slipped on the stair.
“I know,” she said finally, opening her eyes and following Alec’s pointing finger.
“Buckingham Palace.”
(This is going to make very little sense outside of my fanon, where I have all the science and genetics explained, but bear with me: Lugia, son of Ditto, inherited his father’s Shapeshifting abilities thanks to his mother’s Psychic abilities. Ice gets them another way, and it’s too long to go into now, so just take my word on it.)
Dragons have long lives, and short funerals. It took fifteen minutes for Ice to throw her brother’s ashes to the winds and let them scatter. As Lance’s eldest remaining relative it fell to her to say a few words in his memory if she so wished; instead she simply released his Pokemon and let their howls and bellows of mourning stand as eulogy, a testament to their close bond with their trainer.
After the funeral it took her all of two hours to pack everything that she thought she would need in her next life, at the bottom of the ocean. Wisely Lugia left her alone, feeling she’d use this time to mourn not only her brother, but all of her friends, and her old life too. She was the last of Indigo’s old guard, and though her genes had blessed her and physically she was younger than her nephew Kamon, without them all, she suddenly felt very old, and gray, and fragile.
While Lugia teleported her things to their new home, she walked around Indigo as if in a dream. She passed Glacier Stadium and imagined Lorelei was there, lying flat on her back on the ice, one hand absently stroking her Lapras at the crown of her head. She walked by Eclipse and thought for a moment she felt the quick rush of Houndoom flame and heard Karin’s laugh. She laid a hand on the door of Mind’s Eye and strained to feel a hint of the old wards that Will had placed so that none but he could enter. She walked through the hallway where she and Lugia, in his human form, had shared their first kiss. And she threw herself on Lance’s bed, neatly made as if he’d just done it this morning, and cried until her ribs were sore from shaking and her eyes were dry and red.
When she and Lugia dived into the sea that afternoon she spared not a second glance for Indigo Plateau, knowing that if she looked back, she would see that, with none of them left, all her tender history there was being eaten away by mold and rust.
January 4: The language of cities (Alec/Riley)
“Come over here,” Alec urged, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer to the edge.
“Alec,” Riley warned, but moved all the same, closer to the railing of the open-top bus. “If I fall over the side you’re explaining it to my parents.”
“You’re not going to fall over the side. Don’t be-are you closing your eyes?!”
“Yes,” she said firmly, completely unashamed. “If I can fall out of a pick-up truck when it’s going five miles per hour I can fall off the top of a double-decker bus when it’s going more than that.”
Alec sighed and encircled an arm ‘round her waist. “Come on, open your eyes,” he coaxed. “You’re about to miss it.”
The bus chose that moment to lurch forward out of traffic and Riley stumbled and went sideways into Alec. She swore under her breath and grabbed the handrail tightly. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.
Alec gripped her waist with his other hand. “I’m not going to let you fall.”
Riley ignored him for a minute and took a deep, deep breath. The language of the city flowed around her: wind, snatched scraps of conversation, honking horns, a clang as someone slipped on the stair.
“I know,” she said finally, opening her eyes and following Alec’s pointing finger.
“Buckingham Palace.”
(This is going to make very little sense outside of my fanon, where I have all the science and genetics explained, but bear with me: Lugia, son of Ditto, inherited his father’s Shapeshifting abilities thanks to his mother’s Psychic abilities. Ice gets them another way, and it’s too long to go into now, so just take my word on it.)
Dragons have long lives, and short funerals. It took fifteen minutes for Ice to throw her brother’s ashes to the winds and let them scatter. As Lance’s eldest remaining relative it fell to her to say a few words in his memory if she so wished; instead she simply released his Pokemon and let their howls and bellows of mourning stand as eulogy, a testament to their close bond with their trainer.
After the funeral it took her all of two hours to pack everything that she thought she would need in her next life, at the bottom of the ocean. Wisely Lugia left her alone, feeling she’d use this time to mourn not only her brother, but all of her friends, and her old life too. She was the last of Indigo’s old guard, and though her genes had blessed her and physically she was younger than her nephew Kamon, without them all, she suddenly felt very old, and gray, and fragile.
While Lugia teleported her things to their new home, she walked around Indigo as if in a dream. She passed Glacier Stadium and imagined Lorelei was there, lying flat on her back on the ice, one hand absently stroking her Lapras at the crown of her head. She walked by Eclipse and thought for a moment she felt the quick rush of Houndoom flame and heard Karin’s laugh. She laid a hand on the door of Mind’s Eye and strained to feel a hint of the old wards that Will had placed so that none but he could enter. She walked through the hallway where she and Lugia, in his human form, had shared their first kiss. And she threw herself on Lance’s bed, neatly made as if he’d just done it this morning, and cried until her ribs were sore from shaking and her eyes were dry and red.
When she and Lugia dived into the sea that afternoon she spared not a second glance for Indigo Plateau, knowing that if she looked back, she would see that, with none of them left, all her tender history there was being eaten away by mold and rust.