A/N: NOT GIVING UP YET, I WILL MAKE THIS A GOOD STORY, AND I WILL FINISH IT. I felt like a POV change would be beneficial in a good way to learn who our character is, considering she's more mainstay than Cedric. And humor me when it comes to the emotions, there's only so much fancy words can do. Please R/R, and hope for the best that PepsiCo doesn't shove a spear made of Doritos down my throat.
I actually think this may have a chance at being as long as a generic novel, considering this chapter is possibly something like 2000 words.
"How would you like to travel the world?"
He said to me, calm, smiling. I could feel his eagerness, I could practically reach out and hold his jubilant excitement. It was contagious, not only because of his question, but because of his feelings.
I knew my face was flushed, I could feel the smile on my lips, but again it didn't quite feel like my own. I wanted to feel as outwardly joyful as he did, but I still felt detatched from the aspect of having control.
After concentrating long enough, I felt able to answer him as simply as I could.
'I would love to.' There was still no voice, in my voice. I hadn't used telepathy since I was little, really little. His response made me smile even more, he patted my head, then walked off to his room. I could tell that he was getting his possessions packed.
Again, left alone in the loft, I sat down on the sofa again. Luna was no where to be found, so I sat alone and looked out the window. I could see some pidgeys, flying towards the shoreline. It was now, that I first took a look at the view beyond the window, it seemed that Cianwood was north of us, and the mansion sat on one of the less rocky clearings close to the shoreline. The tide's periodic ebb and flow over the sands brought beautiful shells, and some pokemon would wash up, just to flop back into the water. A little farther south down the shore revealed a rock face, assaulted endlessly by the ever flowing waves, crashing, roaring, stirring against the rocks. I truly couldn't notice how long I spent observing the beach, I just didn't feel the need to stop, until I heard Cedric step out of his room.
I didn't look over, but I could feel him staring me down. I couldn't sense his emotions if I wasn't focused on him, and I wondered if he was mad at me for some reason. I looked to him, and he was smiling, like he was keeping from laughing. I had no clue what was so funny, but he clarified for me.
"I've never seen anyone look at a beach so intently before." he was starting to chuckle mid-sentence, but it subsided.
'I've only seen a beach twice.' I replied plainly, again, I felt like the voice wasn't my own.
"Well, we've got a few days until we leave, and most of what I need is already here and packed. Let's head down to the beach."
I had no objections, and walking through the hallway into the foyer was surprising, the stairs spiraled in opposite directions, and the arabesque curvature to them allowed enough space for a fountain in between the two staircases. I followed him down the stairs, and to the grand seeming door fit for a palatial castle.
My first step outside, in a long time, the air was fresh with the ocean's spray, the path we took lead straight down to a patio with an even better view of the beach. I went and sat on one of the lounge chairs, they looked much simpler compared to what was inside the grand mansion. I looked back out to shore, I could see three, maybe four rocky islands, they were far, and wide.
"Whirl Islands, whole boat load of legends associated with them."
I sat back, more comfortable than I'd been in a long time, the air was cool, but not cold, the seat was soft, but not pillowy, and the company was enjoyable.
Within a matter of time I fell asleep, Cedric must have let me be, and I wish he didn't. I dreamed of things I could not control, things like movement simply didn't work, I couldn't look in the direction I wanted, entities that made me think of friends floated away, it was all hazy, but I knew what was happening. I didn't feal weak, I felt empty, I didn't feel alone, I felt a gap in my chest. I couldn't control what I was hearing, seeing, feeling, It was a nightmare I'd had last night, but it didn't feel this certain, it didn't feel so sharp, so realistically imaginary.
'I hope she's alright.' rang out in my head, his voice, his face, his worry echoed, and stayed constant. One of the strange fuzzy masses stayed near me, while the others floated away. This one got closer, and again I heard his relaxing voice.
'Everything should be fine.' Wise, strong, fervid, his voice was broad, and made me think of heroes.
And just as he said, everything was fine. I was sitting in a warm bed, unlike anything I'd ever been in. I felt natural, comforted, and I could feel a familiar person nearby. He was there, and he was patiently watching over me. The rest of my dreams, pertained to somewhat scattered, strange ideas. What is the plural form of the word "kirlia", I wondered, this thought shifted again to the sea, and then to me. I dreamt of myself, and I saw myself looking out the window, with a smile and an unfamiliar exuberant expression. As soon as I looked to the eyes of my double, I was awake, looking up at the sky, tufts of a cloud, sailing across the sky.
I smiled at the sky, I felt pleased by something as simple as a puff of cotton drifting through the sky.
"Cynthia?" Cedric gently called to me, and I looked to him.
'Yes?' I responded, comfortable, and happy.
"Did you have a nice nap? You sure seem pleased."
'I think I did.' I responded, my emotion wavered, I felt a pang of regret, negativity, and somehow, shame.
"Well you managed to sleep away a good two hours, I didn't interrupt you because I figured you didn't get that much sleep last night if you're sleeping in a chair like that." he laughed a bit, and so did I.
"Are you hungry, Cynthia?" He inquired, I nodded in response, still very calm, very sedate. He stepped up and walked back to the mansion, I knew he'd be back, likely with some fancy delicacies from abroad, my imagination ran. I daydreamed, and watched the sea, watched the lapras with a young girl on it's back gently ride the waves. I looked over, and saw a beautiful, decorated bird perched upon a fan palm. The melody of the waves, and the quiet yet present wildlife made this feeling all the more fantastic to me.
"I brought sandwiches and a can of soda for you." Cedric set down a plate with four half-sandwiches, and a somewhat strange metal "can" down on the glass table.
"Ham, lettuce, cheese and mayonnaise." he listed, I didn't know what mayonnaise was, but I was sure it'd be fine.
'Thank you, I appreciate it.' I smile, sitting up in the chair. I knew that these were simple, and eaten by hand. I reached for one of the triangle's before me, picked it up and brought it to my mouth, it probably didn't smell as sweet as it looked, but it tasted wonderful. I stared at the can with suspicion, I didn't know what it was, and it didn't look very edible. I put the sandwich down and investigated the can, it was clearly made of some metal and had a weird look on the top of it.
"Um... Cynthia, do you know how to open a can?" Cedric surprised me a little bit, and I nodded to him meekly.
I handed him the can, he took the "tag" from the top and pulled it with his thumb, and like magic the can was now opened. He handed me the can and told me to try it. It made a curious popping noise, I couldn't comprehend what it was, until I brought the can to my lips and tasted the sweetest, most... inexplicably wonderful taste I'd ever had, apparantly it was called "P*psi", and it had to be really expensive, because it tasted like liquid happiness.
After I had finished my meal, Cedric wanted to go back inside, I had no qualms. It was dark out, and I was, even after my nap, still fairly tired.
'May I go to sleep?' I turned to Cedric, he seemed a bit confused.
"It's a bit early, don't you think?"
'If you want me to stay up, I can'
"Nah, that's alright Cynthia, you can head up without me"
Without much more thought to it, I started climbing up the stairs, which devolved into dragging myself to the ever-so-inviting sofa I had slept on the night before... but then something occured to me, Cedric probably has a much more comfortable bed than the sofa, he probably wouldn't mind if I slept in his bed. It would be rude of me to do that, but he wouldn't really mind would he? I sat on the sofa thinking about this for a short while, until the man in question came through the door, and spoke up.
"Is there something you need to ask me?" he asked, leaving me utterly clueless as to how he knew.
'How did you know?' I queried, confused.
"I just did, felt like an instinct of sorts" he stated cooly.
'I wanted to know if I could...' I hid my eyes a bit, kicked my legs back and forth, too nervous to answer. 'I wanted to know if I could sleep in your bed' I closed my eyes and hoped for the best, I didn't want to intrude, but it sounded like it would be so much more comfortable than the sofa.
"Sure, go ahead, just dont hog the blankets when I go to sleep too, and you should be fine." It was like he didn't mind having someone else in his bed.
'T-thank you, good night' I said, still embarassed, at being embarassed.
"No sweat, good night to you too."
I walked into his room, and flopped myself onto the bed. I had never felt a bed so soft, so pillowy, it was like it would eat me if it was bigger, and alive, but that's beside the point. I was so tired, but I still had problems getting to sleep. I began to let my mind drift across topics, once again about the plural form about the word "kirlia", and then I thought of our impending "adventure". I wondered where we would travel, how long we would travel, who would we meet, what would we do?
Where would we go?
Would we go... there? Home?
It's a long way away, and I wouldn't dare impose further on Cedric, but I know I'll go there one day.
One day.