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ONE THOUSAND REVIEWS.
GUYS. I CAN'T TYPE COHERENTLY RIGHT NOW.
*takes a deep breath*
Okay. Am slightly more sane now.
So, let me tell you a story about a girl: she had just finished her first year of high school, and was trapped in the hell known as summer school for Math. Now, this girl had been lurking around Fanfiction for a while, but hadn't joined. Finally deciding to take the plunge, she went behind her parents' back and began to write a fic that she titled 'Love Remains The Same'.
Let me tell you- best decision ever.
Now, the girl had been hoping for five hundred reviews, at best. One thousand reviews was something she hadn't dared thought possible.
But you made that possible. Thank you so much for reading, and for giving me one thousand reviews. It has been less than a year since I started this fic, and so this is a wish come true.
(Damn FF for not letting me use the heart symbol.)
Question: Have you requested something that I still haven't wrote yet?
My Answer: If so, please remind me what you've requested- I always forget which requests I've done D X
Characters: Eusine X Crystal.
Summary: …Guys, I seriously can't get over this. Group hug.
Mystery Man
Hey, diddle diddle
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Eusine was a magician: he pulled nursery rhymes out of hats, and offered clichés to girls in the form of flowers.
Most girls would giggle, or look at him askance.
But not her. Never her.
"Why do you do that?" she asked him that day, and he thought that he could see the miltank jumping over the moon of her irises.
"Do what?"
"You know what."
His smile was the flicker of flashlights. "I don't know what you're talking about, my dear Crys."
She frowned at that, and inside her eyes he could see the miltank falling, falling.
Because after you jump, what else is there left to do but fall?
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The man with his fiddle
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Eusine was a man: he was a researcher with dream-catcher eyes, and a myth-chaser with stars stuck to the soles of his shoes.
Crystal observed him from her perch at the kitchen table: the way he would leave every cabinet door open, and the way his face would glow when he talked about suicune.
Morty would have scowled, and left him to his eccentric ways.
But not her. Never her.
"Why do you do that?" she asked him that night. Her eyes sang once-merry tunes, like the questioning chord of a fiddle half-broken.
"Do what?"
"You know what."
His smile was the spark of a volbeat's tail light. "I don't know what you're talking about, my dear Crys."
She frowned at that, and he didn't know what to think of her eyes.
He could never remember whether crystals were strong or breakable, anyway.
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The miltank jumped over the moon
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Eusine was a mystery: he took shots in the dark, and poured puzzle pieces out of their boxes just to let them fall where they may.
His three A.M self was trapped in a nightmare, and Crystal shook him awake.
He stared up at her. She stared back down at him.
"Why do you do that?" she whispered.
The repetition was broken. Sleep had buried his ego in the casket of their blankets.
But still, no words came.
(How could he explain that he handed out clichés because they lasted longer than roses?
(How could he explain that he left each cabinet door open so that the dish could run away with the spoon?
(How could he find the words to tell her that he was trapped in the Burned Tower when it was set aflame, and was saved by the rain suicune caused? How could he tell her what is was like to chase his saviour, to see the reason that he was still alive, but never, ever touch it?)
"My dear Crys…" He struggled with the words.
Anyone else would have left. Anyone else would have gotten fed up and abandoned him.
But not her. Never her.
"I understand," she said, stroking the sweaty bangs back from his forehead. "I just wish that you could talk to me about it sometimes."
Deeply moved, he kissed her. The world dissolved into heat, emotion, and the endless dark that stretched out behind eyelids.
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The houndour laughed to see so much fun
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Eusine is a wreck: he's standing at the frayed ledge in the Burned Tower, staring down at his dream, but it's more of a nightmare now.
Crystal would have smiled, and urged him onwards.
But she's not here.
"Eusine? Eusine, wake up." Morty's standing beside him, his blonde brow puckered in concern.
Eusine blinks once, twice. He doesn't even remember closing his eyes.
"Are you okay, Eusine?" The mystery man's gaze drifts past his best friend, and to the brunette that stands behind him. She looks concerned, too.
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
Morty searches his face. "You… are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fantastic. Ecstatic." And he should be: suicune is right there- right down there- but he feels just like the tower, gutted and burned from the inside out.
Why do you do that?
The girl steps forward. There's something so wonderfully familiar about her…and something so terribly wrong.
Do what?
"What were you thinking about, Eusine?" she asks.
You know what.
"Crystal." The name seeps out of him, pooling onto the floor like tears.
I don't know what you're talking about…
Morty and the girl exchange glances, and again Eusine feels that wrenching sense of wrongness.
… my dear Crys.
"Eusine," says the girl gently, and hesitates before finishing.
"Eusine, what are you talking about? There was never anyone named Crystal."
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And the dish ran away with the spoon.