She can practically hear it—her heart thumping against her own chest. It drowns in its drumming the small squeak she looses upon being so effortlessly scooped up. In, out, in, out; all of a sudden, Harmony's conscious of her own breathing. Her brain narrows the very bounds of her world, --

The emotions have turned her around into practically a haze—a fog over her mind—and he pierces through it all with a touch. Her head turns slowly, eyes brimming on the verge of tears. Yet, they hold their gaze, just as they hold his, and their thoughts exchange without a single word uttered. --

“What?” She speaks through gritted teeth, her stomach turning in recollection of what she'd done, what she'd said, the way she'd just snapped under the pressure. It's always been this way. “I... totally embarrassed you,” she sighs. “I mean... ugh!” A frustrated sound escapes her. Harmoney --

“Wanna join me? Worst case, we just become popsicles together-”

They turn the corner together, no doubt, but the split seconds Harmony had a lead culminate in her forehead pressed up against the dank alley brickwork. Her hair hangs loose, dyed locks covering her features as she lets out a hoarse groan. A frustrated sound, really. “Rrgh...” The crepe is --

She lets her glaceon out, as the sweltering waves of heat subside from the mere presence of his diamond dust. Almost instant relief! “Alright, Aurelius... at my signal, hit us with Icy Wind, ’kay?” Aurelius tilts his head quizzically, as Harmony looks to Lulu. “Ready? Or do you wanna add --

“O-Oh... well, maybe a weaker move? My glaceon can do Icy Wind, too-”

belle I learned to do the ooc thing :D

“Uuugh, TELL me about it! I'm considering blizzarding myself...”

Never in her life has a decision of hers hit her so viscerally. She feels instantly terrible! As quickly as they'd coiled with a bristling intensity, her muscles slacken. But she's made her statement; she has to follow through. Unclipping her purse, she huffs as she makes the part payment and --

“Blizzard? You wanna turn us into popsicles?”

... Roll with it. “Ahaha... Yeah, I guess I got a good feeling about the day!” She scratches the back of her neck. “I'm good! How ’bout you?”

“I doubt either of us are... and if we are, well; that's kinda sad.” A groan escapes her. “Got any ideas on what to do about this?”

“Fifteen Seventy-five. Each.” The shopkeep grunts, much to Harmony's shock. “And don't be starin’; unless you find a tree these toppings grow on, pay up.” Now she feels terrible! It's enough of a horrid feeling that she immediately pulls her purse. “Hey,” she murmurs to Kieran, “Let's split --

“Top o’ the mornin’ to ya, ’ey!” She blinks, covering her mouth- Why... why did she sound so... [Canadian]*?

(( Me when I got this notif: 🫪🫪🫪 You know who you are ♡

　　　　⠀⠀　　🌸 　　 ⠀⠀❝ 𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 　⠀⠀　 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦! ❞ 　　⠀⠀　　　　🌸 ✨ #PKMNRP ✨ #PTRP ✨ #MVRP ✨ #SFW ✨ #NSFW ✨

“This ten year-old makes me feel immature...”

“Gay pride is over. It’s gay wrath time.”

The shopkeep rolls his eyes. “Eight fifty. Now stop mopin’ like a kicked fidough.” He gets to work. Harmony, on the other hand, breathes a sigh of relief when Kieran pulls away from her shoulder. She breathes, in, then out. One leg, the outer first; she lowers it to find ground and plant her --

A trembling, terrified breath shakes loose through her lips. Was she breathing in, breathing out? Only Arceus knows. She bites her lip to steady her𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 first. “If you l-let me go...” she gulps. “You get to b-buy me a crepe.” Steady. Easy does it. She slowly, cautiously moves her hand onto --

She'd have to do something... anything at all; even as all these thoughts and feelings raced through her head. Like they were drowning her in confusion. “Hnn-” A surprised noise escapes her as he buries his face in her shoulder. She's lufted slightly higher, effortlessly at that. Harmony --

( 𝒜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇'𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓉... ) #MVRP ⚠️Parody; not affiliated with any artists. ( sħɇ's Ⱥłønɇ. )

“Yeah, sis... I wish... If this was a problem we could punch or talk away, I'd go to war by your side.” 🫩 So hot... She starts fanning herself. Whatever good that ever does.

“I wish. If it were a pokémon's work, I'd have hunted the bastard down already.” 🫩

“... Huh?” Wrestling with those intrusive, invasive whispers from the eyes gazing them down, Harmony barely hears what he's saying. Even when each word is carried in his hot breath down her neck. She squirms—not too much—but at this angle, her dulled senses try to act on Kieran's words in --

───── ⋆⋅🕊️⛪️⋅⋆ ───── ❝For mortal children, Doomsday is at hand. 𝙉𝙊 𝙈𝙀𝙍𝘾𝙔 .ᐟ .ᐟ❞ ───── ⋆⋅🖤☄️⋅⋆ ─────

[ " Eᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴀs ʜᴀʀsʜ ᴀs ᴀ sɴᴏᴡsᴛᴏʀᴍ,ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ " ] #PTRP #PokémonRP #BlueskyRP #MVRP

“Oof—” Whatever starry vision she had, it's knocked out of her when she's dropped hard on her tailbone. A whine escapes her, only to recede in a gasp when she's scooped right back up! “Wha—!!” This is not good for her heart at all. It's racing, thumping, ready to leap in any direction. She --

“D-Dessert...” She repeats after him, her voice still a shrunken squeak, struggling to get out. “Milkshake... right?” she asks, looking at the... crepe stand. “Oor... m-macarons?” The fact she's forgotten what they're getting is immaterial, because again... 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. A happy --

⊳ ＦＩＬＥ ＡＣＣＥＳＳＥＤ: ＭＥＧＡＭＡＮ．ＥＸＥ ⊳ ＶＩＥＷ ＣＯＮＴＥＮＴＳ？ ▸【ＹＥＳ】 ▹ ＮＯ ＰＲＯＣＥＥＤ ＢＥＬＯＷ . . . #MegaManRP - #CapcomRP - #MVRP ✎ 『 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙖 』

Her breath disappears with a gasp, as she's swept off her feet in one fell swoop. “...!!” A strangled sound escapes her when she tries to speak. In his grasp, she feels small and weightless, and her heart leaps, hammering against her chest like it means to leap up her throat. All eyes are on --

She mockingly contemplates, humming a soft tune as she tucks the hand of her locked hand in her pocket. Her free hand strokes her chin. “... Oh, hadn't we started already?” Now, she's just teasing him, no, almost daring him to pull something. “Pretty sure your first minute's all ticked out, --

She looks at him, then down at their locked arms, then back at him. Then, she shrugs. “You gonna yank me along? Can't say I'm not excited,” she chuckles. “Buuut... is it me you gotta worry about?” She's been put through the wringer plenty, rusty or not. Scaffolds, rooftops, the hyperspace --

Harmony's face scrunches up. She has... somewhat of a read on this guy. He values strength... and has pride; that much is clear. It's a strange kind of pride; it shines through an otherwise meek personality. A good person, deep down... She sighs, locking an arm with his in a forceful gesture. --

Ah, she broke him... a sudden wave of guilt washes over Harms—because at the end of the day, she's not quite what she cracks herself up to be. Sometimes, she wonders how people do it... the whole sassy mean-girl thing. “Err... Hey, all there?” She waves a hand in front of Kieran's face. --

It's on the border of diabolical—the way that warm grin turns into the most mischievous of smirks. “Cool! Thanks for payin’ ♡ Gentleman that you are... I'll even let you pick my ice cream!”

She replies with the widest of grins. “Promise ♡”

(( I must sadly hit the hay now 😔

(( Am I exploiting the fact that my work schedule took like 2 weeks of pride month from me? Absolutely.

“This was the month... if they didn't come now, why would they bother?” Reaching for the bottle-

“No duh, s’not your problem... But lemme at least drink??” 😭

“But... I've kissed ZERO people during pride month.” Pathetically blubbering.

ᅠ ᅠ ㅤ𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐔𝐒 : ᅠ ㅤit is told in mythology ᅠ ㅤthat this pokémon ᅠ ㅤwas the first ᅠ ㅤpokémon born ᅠ ㅤbefore the ᅠ ㅤuniverse even existed . ᅠ ㅤ

“YEAH! YOU TELL 'IM, G-G-... God...?” Blink blink. “Maybe I've had too much to drink.”

ᅠ asking me about love is not a good idea . mesprit would have a better time guiding thee if thou weren't ... a bitch . ᅠ ㅤ

“We won't.” She leans in close, letting her smirk widen. “I'll just prove I'm right, and we'll have a grand ol’ time ~ Ice cream first, then whiskey... and maybe ice cream again after ♡”

“You THINK??” He wasn't nearly soft enough. She's spent too long listening for a shiny sound to miss that. With another whine, she pulls back on him. “You think, I think; obviously, there's only one way to settle this.” Her eyes narrow, locking with his as an intense spark goes off between --

“Wait.. WAAIT WAIT WAIT_” She's yanked along. Should've hit the gym. “Waaait— Give me a chance to prove it—” She whines desperately. “I've had a long day, I need my whiskey—”