Still the 3rd where I am! Sorry I'm posting later it's my friends sweet 16
Prompt: Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture Before AJ
Calamity settles closer to her master's side. She rests her head on her paws and nestles comfortably into her spot. The young trainer leans further into the side of her arcanine, fingertips playing with the corners of the family scrapbook.
Angel glances up from her spot on the grassy hill. Her eyes fill with the shining lights of the festival below. Mystic floats along the small air current and his eyes trace the flickering outline of Giratina, whom had used the dark, murky sky as a veil to cover her foreboding figure from the public below.
Calamity's head jerks up when her trainer's chest starts to heave and buckle. The green eyes catch a glimpse of the watering violet orbs. The absol shifts, ready to comfort her trainer but Angel halts her with a hand.
"I'm fine Calamity. I'm just remembering."
The child looks down at the summer festival below. She shifted in her dress and ran her fingers over the pictures of the last festival she had attended.
Her father had fused over her dress, but in his inexperience, had tied the girl up into what resembled a yarn ball. Her sash went from her shoulder to her waist instead of tied like a bow around just her waist. The platinum locks, that were suppose to be tied into a bun atop her head, looked like a rattata nest. Strands flew every direction and Angel remembered immediately tugging at the band only for the hair tie to twist itself further into a knot. Xavier had ended up cutting the thick fabric with scissors away from the monstrosity. The father had spent the next hour apologizing as he combed out the tangles, each tug ripping a few strands from her head.
The duo had ended up missing the majority of the festival attempting to fix Angel's appearance, but Xavier did manage to snag two cups of hot coco from a stand and the child did manage to get a good view of the fireworks from atop her father's shoulders.
Angel picks at her dress, soft fabric bending to her fingers as she runs a hand over it. Cynthia had braided the white strands into a waterfall braid, a small golden wreath intertwined into the empty spaces. The child looks at the spectacle below, lights twinkling from booths of carnival games and food. The hosting town had rented a few amusement rides and the machines swung through the air, carrying their passenger father into the sky via multicolored coaches.
The girl wipes away the moisture accumulating on her cheeks with her sleeve, blotching the purple material with a dark mark. She had wanted to spend her next festival with her father. He promised they would play the booth games and he would buy her some rock candy at the next summer solstice celebration. However, summer came weeks after his death.
Angel knew her mother would be looking for her by now. Her excuse for parting from the bright lights and vivacious noise had been that she desired to call Sycamore to show him a arieal view of the summer festival in Sinnoh, but that occurred an hour ago. She also knew that when Cynthia did find her, because parents always seemed to locate their children, that she'd be embraced tightly and offered to be brought home or bribed to smile with candy.
Xavier would've done the same thing.
Calamity stands and noses the book out of her girl's lap to prevent the pages from soiling due to the child's tears. She nuzzles the girl, unsure how to handle Angel's usually concealed grief.
Angel brings her arms up to grasp her absol in a tight hug. She wanted her mother to hurry up and find her, but she also wanted to focus on her blurring memories.
Just for a little while longer.
