disclaimer: pokemon not mine
pairing: Lyra/Eusine.
notes: this idea was in my minds for 5 months, or ever since Bijouie asked me to write her a Eusine/Lyra fic. at that time the words didn't come out write- but i hope they worked this time and in this style. i hope.
also- when battling Eusine in HGSS he is called Mystery Man Eusine- make what you want of the fact.
dear mystery man
(who are you? and my do you always take my breath away?)
dear mystery man,
who are you? mama always talks about you— saying things like how i always used to look up to you and that i loved you very much. but why don't i remember you, i loved you, didn't i? i loved you very much and every time i try to imagine you, i have butterflies. and mama always says that she respected you sometimes, when she thinks i'm asleep, but she also thinks that you are very selfish for refusing to see me. i don't think mama likes you.
dear mystery man, who are you?
gold always says that you are 'a no good pain in the ass.' and silver usually grunts with agreement. they are all very protective of me, you know? sometimes when they think i'm not listening— they begin to argue about whose usually gonna protect me. usually it's silver who wins and somehow his cheeks are dusted with red and i wonder why he's embarrassed and why gold is snickering at us. and when i ask, they don't tell me.
silver is my protection— ever since i've lost my memory he's been the one who has been taking care of me. and on some nights, when we are all alone he lets me lay in his arms and fall asleep.
and sometimes i imagine that his arms are your arms and i almost feel content— almost because even though i don't remember you, i think you were my prince.
dear mystery man, who are you?
morty always tells me that you were his best friend— but if you were his best friend why aren't they any pictures here? i keep looking and looking and looking but i feel too lost and the house seems too alone, but sometimes i believe morty because there are times when i close my eyes that i could see two boys playing in these halls.
morty also told me that you used to come here a lot. did you like it here? i know, i do. there are so many legends here and sometimes i can imagine you telling them to me, one by one.
dear mystery man, who are you?
i'm sending you this letter because i found this address and it doesn't belong to a single soul i know and mother always told me that if i wasn't with my friends i was with you. and i like that fact very much.
so dear mystery man,
don't be surprised if you see me waiting at your house in cerulean city. even if you do trigger my memories, i bet they'll be nothing but good ones.
dear mystery man,
when will you come home? i ran away from home, you know? i ran and ran and ran and snuck onto a boat and ran and ran and ran even though i didn't have any pokémon on me. but the people here tell me that you rarely come home but when you do—
i'll be waiting for you on your doorstep.
sincerely yours,
lyra.