#i'm sorry volot but

[salisburyliam]

quite a introduction damn

[floaroanemoia]

“Close your eyes.”

     To most, it is a harmless enough request that escapes from the merchant. The barest hint of a surprise laying in wait, and wishing for it to remain as such until the right moment. For those fortunate enough to live amongst a settlement or within the confines of a village, perhaps they might oblige with neither thought nor a second spared—trusting willingly; blindly. The luxury of safety and numbers. For Sarana, however, it is a statement loaded and jagged along the edges of each and every word. To take away a sense so vital to her own survival—something that the medium has long relied on to keep an eye on the smallest of details, or catch onto those which attempt to use their surroundings as camouflage. A choice that could ultimately lead to an untimely death.

     A single hand holds itself out towards her, that usual, almost boyish grin playing on his features. The silence on the woman’s side is heavy, focus flickering between an all-too-familiar, grey eye, and the gesture. What Volo asks—to him, it may be a simple and light-hearted part of a greater theatrical plan, however  for Sarana, it is nothing short of putting her life in his hands, even if only for a fraction of a second. Is the weight of it all something he is aware of? Should she accept, would it be wise to note how many steps were taken; how many turns they make; if her boots make contact with dirt, snow or branches?

     No. It matters not. For each thought is pushed back, and Sarana finds herself following along, eyes falling shut with the slightest of scrunches.

     How foolish of her.

          “Very well,”

     Fingers, hidden beneath the safety of floral lace, comb the air until eventually, the medium’s hand comes to rest in his. It is warmer than she thought. A little more calloused than what appearances might suggest, but comforting—welcoming. The sort to momentarily seize the heart, but soon after radiate from its chamber the shallowest of flutters. Surely, Sarana tells herself, the source must lie in making a decision as hefty as this. Yes, for he has offered her a hand in times gone by—as have others—with not a sensation such as this. No, for she can almost hear each beat of her heart in the depths of both ears; feel in uncertain palms two pulses negotiating an equilibrium.

     Why is it so different? Does he feel it, too?

     Eyes shut, she still turns her head away to clear her throat, something akin to the remnants of a laugh slipping from the medium.

          “…You may lead the way.”

[kalosinflames]

As a side note; what on earth is with that man’s hair? Is he a cosplayer? Is that what this is? He looks absolutely stupid. How do you use that much gel to get your hair to stay like that and be able to look at yourself?

Adam has the sudden overwhelming urge to kick him in the ribs.

[poktch]

@volot asked : ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ or ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ , whichever you vibe with most! [ fooooor either platinum verse or missing verse barry? 8) sorry that this guy-who-looks-like-cynthia-but-like-40 is hanging around sinnoh, barry ]

200 random dialogue prompts / accepting

— ❝ yeah ? ❞ what made him think that ? the look in their eyes , the fact that he had been pacing in circles for about ten minutes , or the way his hands were shaking so bad he had to hold something to get them to stop ( that something being his scarf , taken off and wrung tightly between their hands ) ? ❝ here i am , thinking i was holding myself together pretty well !! ❞ cue a forced sounding laugh -- and it doesn't do anything to soothe them . grip on green fabric only tightens as they tug on it . yeah , he's freaking out . he's totally freaking out , and he HATES it .

— ❝ i was ! up at spearpillar !! and -- i know you probably won't believe me because i'm just some kid , and why should you believe some kid , and where even are my parents , BUT -- ❞ he pauses mid-sentence if only to gasp for a breath , speaking too fast for even themself . ❝ -- something , uh , really , REALLY bad was gonna happen up there with those awful Team Galaxy goons , and me and my friend got involved , and -- ❞ and he's off on a rant . there's no stopping them now . he just needs to get it out , is all -- volo was just the one unfortunate enough to trigger it .

— ❝ -- SO ANYWAY i think i saw giratina itself abduct the leader of Team Galaxy and everything's fine now but i'm freaking out , and i don't know WHY i'm still freaking out if it's already OVER !! ❞

[floaroanemoia]

{ ooc. @volot​ already knows the context behind this but a cursed image for the fact that like 2 or 3 blogs reblogged Sarana and Volo’s promos in the exact same order back to back

you’re welcome }

[floaroanemoia]

{ ooc. @volot​

I’m not sorry }