A great flow of lava erupted from the craggy, lifeless ground where you had shattered it and it pooled over your feet, burning and comforting. With a braced movement, a great hemisphere of earth shifted to the left and formed a rim around the newly filling bowl. You, in your muscled human form, stripped off the heavy formal wear that you donned on a slab of marble, and settled yourself into the bubbling, viscous liquid.
It's warmth sent ripples through you, the tenseness of your shoulders and hands and what were you kidding yourself, every single part of yourself ebbed out, and you slumped. Your long, crimson hair floated about you as the liquid began to flood over the barrier that you had put in place.
You could breath the stuff of course, just the same as any normal water type could breath water. Traveling through the veins of magma that ran, in a manner eerily similar to your own veins, under the earths surface was a surprisingly quick was to get from place to place. You could even go to places that would normally be inaccessible to you because they were separated by swaths of ocean.
But even the thought of the ocean frightened you to no end, it was cryptic, impossible to predict by anyone but the people who were closest to it. When it raged, it's entire surface boiled with fury and it would last until the entirety of its energy was spent and then it rested. Sometimes, it remained calm, cradled by the earth, accepting and fathomless in its complexity for a long while. And then if the earth so much as shuddered, it would ripple out over the entire glass-like surface. But it was nothing compared to its creator.
The ocean might have churned in a primeval furiousness but she was a different matter all together, even though it took such a long while, the ocean forgave and forgot, but that woman would remind you of things that you had done in bad faith a hundred, or more, years previous. It wasn't troublesome for her at all to get hot and bothered over a tiny little issue, then, when she was losing the argument, pull up a shitty thing that you had done to her and refuse to communicate further. All while looking fucking immaculate. You had no clue about how her brain functioned. It was anything but straightforward and predictable, like she had said many times that your's was. But she also said that you were as blunt as beach stone so fuck her anyways.
It's not like she mattered to you. It wasn't really, truthfully. You were sure you could cut her out of your life, you were god damned fucking sure of it. She might have been with you since you were created, since she was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. Peering up at you from the waves with eyes of gold in a void. Which is what she saw too, since your eyes were a mirror of hers. Through the debacle with Team Aqua and Magma. Through joining the legendary council. Throughout your entire life. God fucking damn it.
So, you . . .
you stopped thinking.
Just for a moment.
. . .
. . .
Where the hell was she.
A/N : Another chapter of this . . . uhh, I don't really know what this is honestly. :/ Loosely related collection of drabbles? Yeah, that'll do. Any questions, feel free to ask. Thanks! Please blame any really odd spelling substitutions on the fact that I wrote this on my phone and spellcheck is a bitch but I keep it on.