A/N: An old story I found on my iPad. Nothing much else to say except for the fact that I might post some more that will connect to this, just random moments. Maybe. :/ ihavenomotivation
The water was warm this summer night, the fresh spring was crisp and clear, and the sky was dark and speckled with spots of light in a multitude of sable hues. It was calm, in everywhere but your mind. You sunk further into the water, nothing covering your form but your long cobalt hair and the braided streaks of crimson that kept it from swinging into your vision. Another day, another fight, you supposed. Another day, another rift, another punch swung and insult thrown. Another hope destroyed and deconstructed in a mechanical, timely manner. When you rested here, you always attempted to bring your hopes back, to reassure yourself that there would be a day where you wouldn't go after each others throats. You clenched your slim hands into fists, the tattoos that spread over your skin were luminous in the colour of his scales and it scared you. It scared you that after this many years you were still after each other's throats and it continued, like clockwork, and it hadn't been disturbed in thousands of millions of years. Dialga had joked at the fact that he could create a unit out of it's regularity. And you knew he went through the same dilemma you did, resting languidly submerged in a lava pool until the thoughts entered his mind and then it would bubble and his temper would imitate the liquid he was in and he would make this horrible sound, furious and sad. It would make both of your duties worlds easier, a solution to the rising stress from the romantic surroundings and fellow legends attempting to find mates in the mental mess that was the Hall. Hitting on you and your partner as one of the most powerful people who resided there, both of you were tied for 9th place in power ranking, behind your relative Rayquaza and ahead of the tied Lugia and Ho-oh. If you could get a mate that was higher than you, it was better conditions for you as you got to stay with them and enjoy their benefits. And since Rayquaza was already with Kyurem, and he had chosen her, loved her, loves her, and no one was dumb enough to try and marry up into the immediate family of the Original One, you and your 'brother' were the highest ones left. And it made life stressful. Too stressful, and it wasn't just you or your partner that was being affected, it was the environment as well. There were more storms and earthquakes, the stress was affecting everything that mattered, it endangered lives. Not that you could do much about it, of course. Besides getting with someone, and you didn't really know if they actually gave a fuck about you, or if they only wanted your benefits. You might be able to ask Mesprit, she was your good friend, but you really didn't want to seem desperate for someone. You needed to seem independent. Because you guess that power means independence. But does it really?
You sunk into the water, infuriated with yourself. The rapid glow and flash of your tattoos rippled in the waves of the fresh water spring, an unreal crimson that didn't appear anywhere else but the scales of your partner. And the unreal cobalt that shone on him and was your skin.
You sighed, it was going to be a long night.
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