[ Gosh dangit, Cilan. Lightning is not in this season.
Red might not miss the sound, but all that comes is a pang of guilt that furthers the mess being made in his apartment than a desire to investigate, or the thought that he could do in the first place; that was something he was going to have to deal with later, both Cilan and the damage within the living space. But for the time being, and for plenty of time after that, he could only stay in place, slipping down amongst the waste of a mat still slowly burning and a flooring hot with the heat that darkens it.
It was just lucky enough that nothing broke underneath him, but it didn't look safe once he finally moved, at a time when his arms felt limp and useless but his legs stiff at the joints. His mind was foggy after that, listless after too much going through it, only the idea of leaving the apartment for a while coming because he knew it was something he had to do, pokéballs rattling upon his approach--all except Mewtwo's--to clip them back, and their energies high to make up for what he lacked, with Gengar extra boisterous, and Jolteon more needy for attention and knocking at his knee and hand.
He found it in himself to smile, as much of a tired thing it was, but found as well to remind himself of something important too: That it was going to get better, in time.
It had to.
Later on, once the day wasn't too late by the clock but the sky was dark and the lamps were all that gave the pathways visibility, Red sends Cilan a simple message to meet by the Tree of Memories, better spoken than his previous attempts during their last meeting, but keeping it brief (and if Cilan would ask after his wellbeing, it would be a short reassurance, but not insincere). Moving it to another day and place would be fine, just as long as it stayed outside and private, which the tree usually was by that time.
Red would meet him there, here, or anywhere--likely in a coat, hands empty, with his eyes on either the distance or on the tree, or anything to put his attention on while he waited for the connoisseur to arrive. ]
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Red might not miss the sound, but all that comes is a pang of guilt that furthers the mess being made in his apartment than a desire to investigate, or the thought that he could do in the first place; that was something he was going to have to deal with later, both Cilan and the damage within the living space. But for the time being, and for plenty of time after that, he could only stay in place, slipping down amongst the waste of a mat still slowly burning and a flooring hot with the heat that darkens it.
It was just lucky enough that nothing broke underneath him, but it didn't look safe once he finally moved, at a time when his arms felt limp and useless but his legs stiff at the joints. His mind was foggy after that, listless after too much going through it, only the idea of leaving the apartment for a while coming because he knew it was something he had to do, pokéballs rattling upon his approach--all except Mewtwo's--to clip them back, and their energies high to make up for what he lacked, with Gengar extra boisterous, and Jolteon more needy for attention and knocking at his knee and hand.
He found it in himself to smile, as much of a tired thing it was, but found as well to remind himself of something important too: That it was going to get better, in time.
It had to.
Later on, once the day wasn't too late by the clock but the sky was dark and the lamps were all that gave the pathways visibility, Red sends Cilan a simple message to meet by the Tree of Memories, better spoken than his previous attempts during their last meeting, but keeping it brief (and if Cilan would ask after his wellbeing, it would be a short reassurance, but not insincere). Moving it to another day and place would be fine, just as long as it stayed outside and private, which the tree usually was by that time.
Red would meet him there, here, or anywhere--likely in a coat, hands empty, with his eyes on either the distance or on the tree, or anything to put his attention on while he waited for the connoisseur to arrive. ]