sons
Cynthia crouched down on the ground, eyeing her surroundings as if she were about to strike at something. Towering above and next to her, Diantha looked confused, wondering just what kind of scheme her girlfriend was coming up with now. They were in the outskirts of Solaceon Town, in some old farmhouse that was owned by an old couple. The couple took care of rehabilitating Gible who had been injured fighting in the mountains, so naturally they and Cynthia were good friends. (Well, no, Cynthia was good friends with just about anyone she met, Malva aside.)
The Gible occupied the barn as well as the farmhouse, and about twenty of them were in the latter right now, in the same room, staring at them as if they were a couple of Oran Berries. Cynthia stared at them back the same way, her palm outstretched as if she was asking them to pay up some money or whatever pokemon used as currency. She and the Gible had been in this position for about five minutes now, and they were both starting to make Diantha worry. Only a little, though, she reminded herself, for she remembered a conversation earlier with Drasna. Often dragon-specialized trainers and dragon-type pokemon performed certain rituals or gestures in order to solidify their bonds, as the pokemon usually accepted only those that they deemed worthy. Diantha wanted to assume that this was one of those instances.
After another five minutes, Cynthia finally stood up to her full height, grinning and triumphant. She pointed to Diantha, who couldn't help but blush. "Di, we should consider adopting some children," she finally said.
"Oh! Ahh, dearest, that's a really big step! Ah…"
Her blush heated up stronger across her face. It wasn't like they had only known each other for a couple of weeks or months. They had established a relationship where proposing an engagement or pre-engagement was certainly possible. But to think about children already…whether before or after a marriage, adopting children was a big step. She knew Cynthia would be a great dad, since she was both good with little children and pokemon, but was this a right direction between the two of them?
She silently shook her head to herself. No, she had to trust her partner. It wasn't like they were adopting anybody today. "Well, Cindy, it's certainly a consideration," she continued. "Would you want a boy or girl?"
Cynthia just stared at her. "Boy? Girl? They're all my children!"
"Wha-?…"
And she was crouched down again, cackling happily as she pointed to one of the Gible. "That's my son," and she pointed to the Gible next to him, then the one next to her, "and that's my daughter, and that's my son, and that's my son…."
She kept pointing to each of the Gible, naming off her sons and daughters. Diantha put her hand to her face and rubbed her nose. Well, this was unexpected. "No, dearest, we don't have room for all of these Gible."
"Don't worry, babe, I got a place! Lucian has a spare library he doesn't use all the time. They'll be happy there."
"We can't expect Lucian to be happy with twenty Gible in his spare library- um…Cynthia?"
But her girlfriend was already running towards the exit, the twenty Gible racing after her. She couldn't help but stifle a giggle. Well, the unexpected wasn't always bad.
(Original notes: cynthia is gible dad)
Originally written January 3rd, 2016 on tumblr. This was cute. I'm finally getting to stuff from this year, yay.