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Post by subtleAssiduities on Jun 2, 2015 19:52:17 GMT -5
Vivian had also ventured toward her, and she slipped her head into the crook of Note's arm and looked up at him. Seeing the man so unnerved was... unnerving. She looked at Don, but the Houndoom did not look at her; his gaze was still on his trainer, and he was troubled. Note leaned against the mutant without seeming to fully comprehend that she was there, and his face disappeared against her warm mane. It was too hot'; it was practically suffocating. But maybe if he stayed like that long enough he would wake up or sober up or something would right itself in this whole situation.
When he was literally on the verge of suffocation, he lifted his head and looked at his girlfriend. "E-Ellie." His hands, shaking a little, gently pushed both of his Pokémon aside, and he dug through his pockets.
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Post by Atticus on Jun 2, 2015 20:05:40 GMT -5
Somewhere among the deep breaths, Ellie had begun to cry. Maybe she wasn't particularly sad, but... it was unexpected. She didn't know what to think from here on out. She was only twenty-one, and she had planned to spend her twenties just doing her own thing. Now in some number of months there would be a baby and she'd have to change everything...
When she heard Note stutter out her name, the tears slid down her cheeks and she hugged the blanket to her even tighter. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she whimpered hysterically. Note was still twenty-three, he also had almost his entire youth ahead of him, which would now be ruptured by life's biggest responsibility. If he stayed. He would stay right?
Angelo had never seen her look so broken is such a small amount of time. Sure, she hadn't been well back in Johto some odd years ago, but in an entirely different way. He laid down on the bed, forepaw and muzzle resting on her thigh. Ciara just about mimicked him from the other side, but wiggled further into her lap. She had been out today when Ellie was giggling, laughing, watching the Contest... now she was sobbing, blubbering out words incoherently... she didn't like it. Ellie cried so rarely, that Ciara wasn't sure she had ever seen her this bad.
Even Brooke had rested her head against Ellie's knee, trying to offer her some comfort.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Jun 2, 2015 20:12:03 GMT -5
"Ellie..." The repetition died on his lips, and his face paled as he pulled his hands out of his pockets. His breath caught, and he drew back slowly as if sinking into the floor. The one thing, so precious that he did not even dare to put it in his bag, was gone. It was not in his pocket. It was not in his possession, and his hands were clamming up-- How could he have fucked up so badly? His grip tightened on one of the ridges on Donetello's back as he tried to keep himself upright. He gripped a handful of Vivian's fur. They both moved closer again to support him, and Vivian once again looked to Don helplessly.
It had taken the houndoom a moment to realize what else had gone horribly wrong. His eyes widened, and he looked desperately around the room before pulling away from Note and bounding across the room. Note's hand fell like it was made of lead, and he pulled it back into his lap. His gaze returned to the sobbing mount under the blanket, but when he opened is mouth his throat felt dry, and he could not speak.
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Post by Atticus on Jun 2, 2015 20:27:17 GMT -5
Brooke furrowed her brows, watching Don jerk his head around. "(What is it?)" she asked quietly, as to not disturb the humans with what they would hear as her call. He was looking for something, no doubt, but she couldn't imagine what it was. Tissues? Some self-esteem, on Ellie's part?
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Jun 2, 2015 20:32:02 GMT -5
"(A box.)" He began a sweep of the room, his nose to the ground.
Thea, who had been standing back a bit, perked up. "(A box?)" She ran blindly after Don, and made it about halfway to him before running into a bed post. With a yelp she fell back, and laid there. It was perfectly clear that she was no use to Don in the dark. Why even try? What was even going on? Everything was so confusing. She missed the sun.
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Post by Atticus on Jun 2, 2015 20:47:59 GMT -5
Ciara perked up from Ellie's thigh, watching as best as she could as Thea ran off. The few candles lit barely helped to illuminate her view. Only when she heard the rattling of her bell and the distinct yelp that she hopped off from the bed and tried to get to Thea. When she found her, she picked her up by the collar to get her back on her feet.
As she did so, Angelo passed by, nudging the Jolteon back towards Ellie with the gentle whip of his tail. As the only Pokémon with night vision, he found it oddly obligatory to help them out. If it would get Note and Ellie to stop moping, hell, he'd do anything.
It didn't take long for him to find it, as Ciara and Thea hadn't exactly ventured too far off, and took the small box between his teeth. Swiftly, he returned to Note, nudging the man with his nose and placing the box on the hand that had flopped onto his lap. After that, he backed up a step and looked at the blond with curious, crimson eyes. Now to see what was inside.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Jun 2, 2015 20:56:30 GMT -5
Don's tail went up as he caught sight of the Umbreon whirl to and fro. He quickly returned to his trainer's side, and upon seeing the box he let out a relieved sigh. He lowered his head to Angelo's level and murmured, "(Thank you.)"
The shook herself off, and she quickly followed Ciara; the light wasn't much, but it shined off the older Pokémon's spiky fur enough to get her back to home base. She sat by the Jolteon's side, vaguely hopeful and still thoroughly confused.
Note's fingers curled around the box, and he looked down at it with wide eyes. He stared at the two dark canines standing before him, and with his thumb he flicked it open. Its contents remained obscured by the top of the box, but they caused a visible wave of relief to wash over the blond, and he closed the box softly and released Vivian to reach up and poke at his girlfriend. "Ellie?"
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Post by Atticus on Jun 2, 2015 21:08:11 GMT -5
Angelo cracked a small smile, despite their food-bantering just a few minutes ago, but said nothing.
Ellie couldn't get herself to open her eyes. He kept saying her name-- this time followed by a poke --but it made her no less brave to look him in the eye. She had ruined his life, hadn't she? Sure, they'd been dating for years, but... the step after dating wasn't raising new life. Usually there was engagement, marriage, settling into the marriage, establishing future careers... a whole slew of things they hadn't done yet, because there hadn't been much of a need to. Ellie was still training her Electric Types to take over the gym, and maybe even one day try for the Elite Four. Right now she was surviving off freelance money or her dad, and she was twenty-one years old...
She sniffled and rubbed her eyes against the blanket, desperate to wipe away her tears. Try as she might, however, she was still in no condition to look Note in the eyes.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Jun 2, 2015 21:23:16 GMT -5
"...Eleanor." He took the blanket, and he gently tugged it down little by little. "Please, look at me?"
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Post by Atticus on Jun 2, 2015 21:37:03 GMT -5
Beyond her quieting sniffling, Ellie caught that he had addressed her by her full name. That meant serious business.
Marginally, she began to lower the blanket from her face, first revealing just slivers of her bloodshot, blue eyes. It was hard to make him out beyond the tiny hairs of the blanket and the blurriness of tears, but she preferred it that way.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Jun 2, 2015 21:51:49 GMT -5
He waited until he could see her eyes, and then he looked nervously down at the box in his hand, which still rested on his thigh. Slowly, he fumbled with it, working his nail under the rim. "I- I know this might look like of like a shotgun thing, but- but I swear I've had this in my pocket for like, a week now-n-not that I've been wearing the same pants for a week, or I haven't moved it a little, but you should know that, you were there, and... it's like, I was waiting for the right moment, but..." He fumbled over his words, and his face steadily reddened. He brought the box up, just below eye level. "Guest we're past that... I guess we don't get right moments, um... He flipped the box open, but it opened facing him, and he muttered and cursed under his breath as he spun it to face her. "I'm... I'm going to try to do this right... As right as I can, god, I'm so sorry..." He trailed off, staring down at the barely visible ring disappointedly.
A soft flicker of light slowly illuminated the space between them, and the light caught orange and yellow gleams; the gold band sparkled. Note spared a glance at Donetello, who was producing a soft, steady flame from his open mouth, carefully controlled to illuminate the object in Note's hands. He sighed and collected himself, and he held up the band, a gold ring with one small, but nearly flawless diamond. "Eleanor Surge, w-will you marry me...?"
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Post by Atticus on Jun 2, 2015 22:04:36 GMT -5
Ellie's eyes had steadily widened during his speech, as the tightness in her muscles ceased and the blanket was slowly removed from her face. Her blue eyes were peeled, she wasn't about to miss a detail on his face, compared to her appreciation of her obscured vision just moments before. She felt as though her ears were ringing.
She was still dealing with the fact that her life was on route to be far different than she had ever imagined, but Note was confusing her with all these abstract sentences. Her skin was lined with goosebumps, and the tears began to bubble again when Donatello cast his flame. When her hands released the blanket, they immediately went to cover her mouth. It was such a strange feeling to be above surface and yet to feel like she was drowning.
"Stupid!" she cried, lunging towards him and wrapping her arms tightly around his body. The young woman fit herself into the crook of his neck, trying not to sob too grossly. After a near minute of incoherent blubbering however, she leaned back from him, wiping her eyes fruitlessly. "Of course!"
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Jun 3, 2015 7:16:41 GMT -5
His eyes widened as he was nearly tackled, and he tightened his grip on the box to keep it from flying out of his hand as he hugged her tightly back. A feeling of euphoria washed over him, and he erupted into delighted giggles as she answered him. "Of course?" he repeated. He suddenly felt like they would both be airborne. This was unbelievable. All that, and of course, just like that? How could things start so bad, and then all at once be perfect, just with two little words?
But that was why he loved Ellie. She could make everything right just that simply.
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