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But the important thing is that I bought you all of your dresses that you never wore unless I made you, and all of your fancy food that you never ate, and all of your books that you never read…
I mean, I did buy your ice cream and junk food and all of your gadgets and your romping clothes, and you can thank me for buying all of your gear, and stuff for Toro, and your house and tutor, I paid for that too.
But it’s the thought that counts.
Now, get out of here, you ungrateful brat.
Dear arceus, you did not buy my house. I live in my parents house, not that dad is ever there. This was supposed to be funny you giant goof, don’t take it so seriously.
Sapphire sat on the couch, exauhsted beyond belief. She was still working on about 8 hours of sleep for the week at large, and was really hoping that Wallace pulled through with that whole “bring over a nanny for the day thing”.
Hey. She needed the sleep. Badly.
When it started she didn’t even recognize what it was. She had just put Mercury down for a nap, and it had just been a little headache pounding at the back of her head and she had thought nothing of it. She sat down to eat some lunch and felt a weird throbbing in her arm, that began to run through her shoulder and to her neck.
What she saw made her scream and throw herself back from the table, familiar marks running up the length of her arm, longer then normal. Shit, shit, shit. She thought she had this under control, she thought it had gone away.
The mark of the blue orb, the mark of Kyogre, lay etched into her arm, running higher up her body than ever before. She had been having little episodes over the years where the residule power of the orb would reach out and try to take over her body, try to make her the vessel. Each time she would just push it down with her own will power, and it never really got out of control. It must have sensed her exaustion, and was taking it’s oppourtunity.
She had never told anyone about this. Not Steven, not Wallace, not her father. Not even Ruby. He had never mentioned anything about the power of the orbs doing anything to him after the fact, before he dissapeared. He had had to control both of them, if it wasn’t affecting him why was it doing it to her?
Why was she always so weak?
Grabbing at her arm as the burning started to set in, she made her way over to Mercury to make sure she was okay, to see that she was sleeping before she tried to get out of the house.
She made it to the living room before collapsing, trying not to scream as the leftover power of the orb flowed through her veins, boiling, searing, excruciating. She grit her teeth as the marks worked their way up to her neck, the side of her face, no, no, no— she would not become it’s puppet!
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passionnedeau said: Fine, whatever. I could just hire you a nanny, but no. I’ll take her to her first ballet.
I don’t want her to feel like I did as a kid, neglected and left with some strange person. In my case it was pokemon raisning me and my mother was dead but I still feel it’s the same kind of scenario. But I might just take you up on that nanny thing for one day, I am on the verge of collapse.
…Wallace. She is 5 months old. She can’t even start ballet until she can walk. I repeat. 5 months old.
Wallace. If you are to loud then predators find you and eat you. It’s a two way street.And yes, I’m realizing how effective it is when it comes to getting their parents to listen to them.
If you want to come over, fine. But when I pass out, make sure Mercury is fed.
Wallace. You are very.. boisterous. I have had almost no sleep in the past 5 days, I am on the verge of collapse. You will tire me out so fast I will be dead. Dead.
And I did love the clothes you giant goof, this time we are talking about your loudness factor. Not you taste in adorable childrens clothes.
So. Mercury discovered that she can make her voice loud. Whenever she wants to.
Very. Loudly.
Between her and the nightmares, I think I’ve gotten about 5 hours sleep in the past week. Send help. Not Wallace.
