Emmeline Downs 💗's Literatures

Steven remembered the Falinks from their brief visit to the Galar region. Rather than six, they only had five, having lost their leader some time before Steven and Emmeline had found them. They were walking around blindly without any sense of direction, and Emmeline had nearly begged Steven to allow her to bring them home. Which- Steven wasn't going to argue. He, too, took pity on the poor creatures.

Brassius couldn't help but to think to himself, how exactly does she feel? Relieved? Saddened? Angry, perhaps? He knew there was only one way to find out; however, he also knows why he is even here in the first place. To make certain of their feelings for one another, what they both have been missing for so long...

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“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Steven scowled.

As much as he loved his father, sometimes he felt that what his father thought was best for him…really wasn't. Sometimes his father was extremely blind to the wants and needs of his own son, pandering more to what he wanted in life. Emmeline especially was a topic of argument between himself and his father. To Steven, Emmeline was a kind, thoughtful person, and one of his closest friends. But to his father…Emmeline was a useless barista. A singer. A waste of time and money. Someone who had just gotten lucky a few times when it came to Pokémon battles. She wasn’t someone who Steven should be wasting his time with.

"Even after all that happened with Ghetsis?"

Emmeline peered her eyes straight at her mother figure, who was the only one unfrozen, continuing to eat the Serperior with a superior thought of not caring about the cold world. N takes a soft breath, clearing his throat while placing his fork back down on the place, " Look. I know how you feel about me, and I would appreciate your thoughts on the matter if- "

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“Yes, that’s it,” Steven cooes, pressing the hand he’s holding into the bed, “That’s it, honey, let me hear you, please.”

Emmeline was out of place. It wasn’t her first party with Steven, but she could never shake that funny feeling as if she didn’t belong there beside him.

Ingo brushed his fingers over the tiny velvet box in his pocket. His heart beat heavily like the drums of a Rillaboom. Tonight, he was going to ask Emmeline to marry him. They hadn’t been dating for long, but he knew that she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Granted, he had known this for as long as he could remember. He could never find the words to tell her how he truly felt until now.

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“I’m sorry I worried you,” she managed through gritted teeth, eyes shut firmly, willing her voice not to wobble. The wound on her side wasn’t deadly, but it was long and deep, enough to make her dizzy with pain. Volo was right.

She should have known better.