Disclaimer: Ebaz: Yay! I love the Hunger Games too! : D Who's your favourite character, and which is your favourite book? Lol, sorry, fangirl moment X D Ahhh Steven… *Little hearts float above head* Yes, of course I'll do a you X Steven one, although I won't be able to do it right away. I'm a little brain-dead, so could you give me a fic idea for the two of you? You can PM me it. And you're welcome! I'm excited to the future chapters of your fic. Crystal: You're very welcome : ) Yeah, I've never managed to get him on the Battle Subway, and I'm sorry about the depressiveness- when I don't know much about a character I resort to tragedy. I'm glad you liked it! And same, I don't mind Touko X N if it's done right but there are so many flaws with that shipping, it kind of puts me off.
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Characters: Cofagrigus (Nephthys- as in the Egyptian goddess?) X Chandlure (Damon- my absolute favourite name, coincidentally), as requested.
Summary: There are some Pokedex entries that make you wonder/ drabble.
Ghost
Lampent: The Lamp Pokemon. This ominous Pokemon is feared. Through cities it wanders, searching for the spirits of the fallen.
Yamask: The Spirit Pokemon. These Pokemon arose from the spirits of people interred in graves in past ages. Each retains memories of its former life. Each of them carries a mask that used to be its face when it was human. Sometimes they look at it and cry.
Nephthys's name means 'woman of the temple grounds'.
She wanders through the Relic Castle alone for many years, her tears falling into the sand as memories slowly come back to her: memories of a husband with bright ambers eyes; of children that loved her; best friends and enemies; teachers; home; a childhood; a future.
Home used to look a lot like this place.
000
Damon's name means 'to tame; to kill'.
He wanders through the alleyways of Castelia for many years, sleeping in dumpsters and gazing upon the night life with his bright amber eyes. He hovers without stress, without care, and he can't help but realize that the hunger he's feeling isn't just for tainted souls.
It's for a reason to keep going.
000
One day, a traveller is spooked by her appearance and he drops his bag in his haste to get away.
She chokes back a sob; all she wanted to do was speak to him. But her tears dry as she sees the painting supplies on the ground, and she floats down to inspect them, picking up the paintbrush curiously.
She thinks she remembers loving this object.
000
One day, a dying man trips and falls in an attempt to get away from him.
He's a druggie, old and trapped in a bad trip; he's screaming and screaming and screaming there on the ground, blood streaming from his mouth and his eyes rolling back into his skull, and Damon can see the soul fluttering within his rib cage.
Something inside Damon twinges. Something almost human. Something like pity.
So when the man finally stops screaming, Damon is too unsettled to steal his soul.
He goes and sleeps in his dumpster instead.
000
In one of the dungeons underneath the castle, Nephthys paints the crumbling walls. On each wall there is a different scene.
She paints twins she knows were hers, once upon a human life. But she paints over it- she can never get their faces quite right.
She paints one wall white to represent the blank canvases she used to paint on. She leaves that one blank, though it's dissatisfying.
She paints her mother and father, who she misses desperately. She stares at it for days on end before something inside her breaks, and she screams that their expressions are wrong, all wrong, before she flings black paint onto their image until they're too distorted to see.
She paints her husband: a boy with bright amber eyes and violet hair, and a love for all things uncanny. She leaves that one just the way it is.
Then she paints one wall black, since she recalls dying.
It still haunts her.
000
They meet when she's still a yamask and he's a lampent.
Neither say much, but throughout their travels the overwhelming feeling of déjà vu intensifies until it's a tangible heaviness in the air. Even when they evolve they can't shake the feeling that they know each other.
She tends to his wounds whenever he is injured, fidgeting with the bandages until they're just right. He lets her.
"I know your eyes," she tells him softly, so softly it's obvious she wouldn't mind if he didn't hear her.
"I want to know yours," he murmurs in reply, "but I don't. Not yet, at least."
She floats off to leave him with his thoughts.
000
She still paints sometimes, when Crystal is asleep and no one's watching her. She sneaks off and finds berries to crush into juice, and hunts for a tree trunk or sidewalk to act as her canvas. Then she paints.
She paints bright amber eyes and violet hair, which transform into someone she knows.
She doesn't know, but he always manages to rouse himself in time to watch his picture take shape, and he lounges in a tree nearby, his bright amber eyes absorbing the moonlight.
000
"I wish I could change my name," he tells her one night in the late future.
She gazes at him in a simple and straightforward way. "Your name suits you."
He shakes his head. "I hope it doesn't."
"Why?" she probes gently.
"Because it sounds too much like 'demon'. And maybe because if I could change what I was, I would." He sighs, and it sounds like wind snaking through leafless trees. "I don't want to have this thirst for souls any more than you want to be a pokemon."
She breathes in the scent of snow, and closes her eyes as she thinks. He watches her.
"There are different meanings of the word 'demon'," she says finally. "The meaning you're thinking of is a monster, a beast of sin that destroys all in its path and has no purpose in life other to kill."
"Which is what I am." The words are nearly lost in the breeze.
"No." She opens her eyes to look at him. "There is another spelling of the word 'demon'. It's 'daemon', which is more similar to the spelling of your name. Even though it is pronounced the same way, a 'daemon' is a protector. And Damon, your name means 'to kill'- but it doesn't say why. People can kill for all the wrong reasons, but they can kill for all the right ones, too."
Quiet blankets them as the wind stirs the snow around them, and his bright amber eyes are trained on her and only her.
"I know your eyes now," he says.
"I'm glad," she whispers, and kisses him.