WELCOME TO THE SINNOH REGION, a massive island rich with exploration and Pokemon. Legends say that Sinnoh was the very first Pokemon region to come into being;
and so the nefarious Team Galactic has begun searching for the time and space Pokemon in an effort to destroy and recreate the entire Pokemon Universe. Will you step up, earn your badges,
and fight to defend the world? Or do you believe in Galactic ideals, wishing to follow their efforts in starting anew?
[ 08.15 ] Welcome to Sinnoh! Team Rocket have arrived in Sinnoh and have left a very daunting message here. With the introduction of a new class comes another promo!
Check out the rocket promotion here and stay tuned for many more exciting events!
major news alert!
witness reports from all over the region has been flooding in about strange happenings at the three lakes. what's more perplexing is that these occurrences seem to be happening spontaneously at the lakes. just moments ago, a burst of light erupted at the locations and residents in the vicinity have reported that the lake-side pokemon have turned aggressive and attack on sight.
However, there have been rumours and sightings of the legendary lake trio which has had trainers flocking in from all over the region.
He can feel his wounds and bruises impede him now dried blood and dirt covering what was once a pristine man. He's thankful she lives in a fairly secluded area, most would call an ambulance for one who looked as he did. Despite the pain man finds himself thankful that he can still move, fight, and most importantly shop. In his hand the man carries three white bags filled with an assortment of random vegetables and other groceries that really didn't coincide with each other in the slightest; one glance at the bags makes it apparent the man had no idea what he was doing, but another glance at the man himself said he didn't care in the slightest. His mind was elsewhere entirely, and he was more the confident the recipient would make something beyond delicious with what he managed.
The mission at the end of the day had been a success, and while they'd taken a beating the team accomplished their mission. The job hadn't turned into a full on firefight this time around they'd been tasked with destroying a local gang before assimilating it increasing Rocket's man power. And so Reid with a team of four had successfully disbanding and merging the gang with the company; that being said their former enemies specialized in fighting type pokemon alone. He couldn't count how many punches or kicks the man threw alone, much less how many he'd received in return. He'd returned late in the evening and wanted nothing more than to return to his own abode and rest, but lately sleep had a strange way of avoiding him, and even when he managed to catch it never was it peaceful. Glimpses of a certain blue haired woman danced around in his subconscious, leaving only guilt and a number of other unsavory emotions. He couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it the woman was just as tenacious in his dreams as she was in real life.
And so he'd found himself shopping about an hour before 12 only to arrive at her doorstep, groceries in hand a half our and a half past midnight. There's nothing the man can do to prepare himself for the following conversation, he'd followed through with what he believed in and while he doesn't think he made the wrong decision, he needed to work something out with his closest friend, and what better way to do that then with dinner?
He rings the doorbell beaten and bruised attempting to straighten what remained of his halfway destroyed outfit all the while. His hair's disheveled, his ankle's sprained and a variety of cuts and bruises adorn his body, but still he smiles that proud smile of his despite the various pains and concerns that marinated in his heart. He distracts himself by turning to the variety of plants surrounding her doorway noting that green thumb of hers has grown even more since he'd visited her home in Kanto all those years ago.
Post by NAOMI REINHARDT on Sept 18, 2016 5:28:38 GMT
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Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
naomi was sick. not with the cold, or the flu, or love. but the far more common affliction of anxiety, and the type that you yourself had no control over. as always, the only solution for helplessness was giving yourself the illusion of power, and so naomi busied herself day and night with things that were in her power to control, with things that therefore were not related to reid vargas.
and yet the inevitability of, at some point throughout the day being left by herself in the unsatisfactory apartment she found herself stuck with and being left alone with just her less than optimistic thoughts to keep her company was not lost on her. she sighed as she finished slicing the coriander leaves and sprinkled them over the stew, paying far too much attention to detail.
she turned her attention to the rest of the vegetables until the ringing of her doorbell disturbed her. frowning, naomi wondered what was going on. her mind rushed through the civilian persona she'd set up, hoping she wasn't about to be questioned for something lucas and she had pulled, or worse. "coming!" she called, wiping her hands on the front of her apron, deciding to leave the knife there because she probably didn't need it, and mycah was likely enjoying himself in the streets nearby so she was likely safe.
she pulled on the door handle without thinking, which was an oddity even for her as she seldom did anything without triple checking. but it was nearly midnight, and she was tired. the door opened, and reid vargas greeted her, bloodied and bruised and everything in between, bags of groceries and fresh leaves in his hands, weighted heavily against what she assumed was a sprained ankle.
no.
she wasn't ready for this, and it was plain to see on her face, the door still hanging half open, her face distorted, like she had just seen a ghost. it wasn't surprising, since the thought of reid being dead had often crossed her mind the past days. but no. such a painless explanation as to why he'd never contacted her wasn't, after all, what she would receive.
if he spoke at all, naomi's immediately reaction would likely be to slam the door in his face. because inspite of having days and days to agonize over this very moment, it didn't make her anymore prepared.
When the door opens he lifts the bags, "Too late to call in that dinner?" Her answer? the door slamming in his face. All things considered that went better than he thought seeing as she hadn't hit him. The man places the bags at the door step glancing at the night sky for a moment attempting to steel himself for whatever came next. Reid knows he isn't a good guy, and while fate hadn't necessarily dealt him the best hand he didn't do much to turn himself around. Morality aside, Reid likes to think that at the end of the day despite who you were as a person if you were happy you succeeded in living life, or at least Reid believed despite how idealistic it sounded. And there was no one person more deserving of that happiness than the woman standing on the other side of this door.
I know you're still standing there."
He reaches in his pocket pulling a single cigarette and a lighter the small flame contrasting the dark night sky. He lights the tip letting the smoke rise before continuing.
And you know I wont leave until we talk this out."
He wants to say more, but stops himself instead choosing the lean back against the cool door frame, the embers from the tip of the cigarette serve as a single light in the darkness.
Post by NAOMI REINHARDT on Sept 18, 2016 15:35:14 GMT
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Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
the door slams, and naomi is left with the harsh beating of her own heart. faced only with the pale white door, she finds it easier to pretend she's in control of her emotions. but still she's left disoriented at the sight of him at best, and puts and palm against the door, as thought shutting it wouldn't keep him out.
she lets him speak, slowly finding herself crumbling to the floor, leaning against the inside of the door with her knees bent upwards and her back pressing against the wood. and you know i won't leave until we've talked this out. "start talking then," she says, briskly, glaring at the floor in front of her with all her might. the room around her, in stark contrast t the dark sky outside, is brilliantly lit with a soft yellow glow, a tiny little flat with a little more than two rooms made homely by forcing every bit of furniture she could afford into it. it still left room to walk an then some, but it was far better than the outside.
a part of her is glad he came back, and hurts to see him hurt. the other asks the more daring question of why he'd bother coming back, and tells her she should feel betrayed.
come on, nyx, open the door.
"what makes you think you're welcome here?" she asks, and it comes out harsher, colder than she'd expected. because naomi was always harsh and angry and emotional, things became very dangerous not when she lost her temper, but rather when she seemed to have it reigned in and in control. with naomi, lack of emotion would always be far more deadly than the abundance of the same. all the same, she was still sitting there, and she was glad there was a door between them because suddenly all she could feel was a growing sense of guilt and misery, and naomi wasn't very good at hiding things from her face.
He remembers the email he received only weeks ago, by no means was it grandiose, in fact it was no longer than three lines.
"You've been promoted to admin. Congratulations Vargas. Report XXX in XXX hours."
His work had been noticed and while it was a step to becoming boss he could care less about the accolades that came with the title. The only thing that mattered was the man was in a better position to protect the one who'd been protecting rocket for years on end. She's known throughout the organization as 'Mom, strict and kind, usually simultaneously. There wasn't a soul in the organization who hadn't heard of Naomi Reinhardt, she was the heart of Team Rocket, that was indisputable.
Ever since the promotion she been in the field only sparingly, he'd made sure of that. He'd taken away what she loved, if only to preserve a future with her in it. He hadn't asked, no Reid done what he always did. he acted on his own and accepted all the guilt and pain that came with his decision, that was what it meant to be a leader. Some nights he thinks he changed after he left the organization, that he'd grown even. Tonight wasn't one of those nights. The only difference was the guilt had eaten away at him to the point where he'd ended up here, talking through a door.
He rests his head against the back of the door a single hand in his pocket as the smoke from the nail begins to drag. No longer is the man feigning a smile. No, all that remained was that sorrowful glimmer in his eyes and frown soaked in regret. Despite this he can't and wont take back what he's doing, he knows its for her own good.
Her words hurt, or perhaps it was the way she spit them that really struck.
"Am I not?"
A dispirited laugh follows as his eyes look past the smoke to the stars.
"I know you're skilled, I understand that your strong. Stronger than the other members, admins, stronger than me. But, it takes more than quick thinking and grit now and I can't risk that."
Post by NAOMI REINHARDT on Oct 2, 2016 8:36:36 GMT
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Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
weeks ago, it seemed as though rocket had cut all contact with her, suddenly delegating her to ridiculous hours of patrol time and uneventful scouting she was certain had been planted in the most ridiculous areas. it took less than a day for her intuition to kick in, and she had taken a quick visit to the base and asked around and surely enough admin reid was currently out on a mission, but she could visit his office at a later date.
yeah, right.
there's a laugh on the other end, one whose spirit she easily sees through and into the hurt behind. or maybe she's just imagining it. maybe she selfishly wants to make sure she can still hurt him after the hell he's put her through. "and who do you think you are?" she says, the anger evident in her voice. she lets the question hang for a few seconds before answering it herself. "a newly promoted rocket admin? my ex partner? or perhaps the person that abandoned me for five years?"
the floor feels colder, and all the pretty lights inside her apartment seem more dull, the candlesticks seem to flicker and her grip on the air in front of her tightens. "you've accomplished nothing but making me miserable. and you, reid, are most certainly not the person who can decide what i do with my life."
she stands up, her stance aggressively position against the door like she's about to lash out.
It always returns to that moment he remembers all too well... The last time he'd seen Kanto HQ. Anger and pride swelled inside of him as the twenty-five-year-old Reid left the organization to find his own way in life. He'd turned his back on the organization, his father, and most importantly her. That very same anger begins to burn in the rocket admin even now as she assaults his character. Reid grinds his teeth on the butt of the smoke, tobacco sliding out from its paper coffin as the man listens losing his patience. Not many people could push Reid's buttons, but Naomi knew exactly where to hit. It was an art known to few, Naomi being the best of that select group. He sits silently his iron skin becoming paper thin in her onslaught.
She ends on a mumble, but he begins enraged. The rocket lion that had dulled his fangs all those years ago was back, that sharpness he'd kept internalized for years now was present alongside all the emotions that came with it.
"You're miserable? Why? Because I won't let you run out into the field on some cargo mission so you can catch a bullet to the skull? You're miserable, Why? Because I haven't made your goddamned funeral arrangements yet? You're miserable, Why? Because I won't let your overeager ass die?! Guess what? That's unacceptable and no half-assed will sway me otherwise. He raises his tone with each question until it's something akin to a roar. "So you explain to me why I can't be selfish, and keep the woman who's had my back since she was 13 alive. Why CAN'T I make sure she has a life better than this where she can get married and have the happy fucking family I know she fucking wants?!"
"You wanna know who I am?! I'm your goddamned best friend whether you like it or not. The person who wants you to see more to life than just fighting and fucking dying for the cause. Why is that so hard for you to understand? And yes you don't need to remind me that I left again. I know what I did. So what? Do you want me to go back in time? Make it as if I hadn't left? I fucking get it, Naomi. I'm sorry, but I'm not God I can't take that back. I can't change the past so how much longer do you plan to use that excuse when you're mad? I swore to you I wouldn't leave again, and I've stayed true to that. I'm right here right now.
So the floor is yours Naomi. What exactly is it that you want?!
The man turns to the door now, the lion refuses to run away now his eyes locked on the fixture.
Post by NAOMI REINHARDT on Oct 3, 2016 15:21:33 GMT
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Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
it seems like ages since he's been this angry, but all the same the sudden roar of his voice takes her back a century ago, to a time and place where they'd argued more frequently, when reid and she was still kids. as, she realizes with an inner chuckle, they still are now. but if it's a bout of passion there are few who can beat her, and even as reid speaks she feels her own anger reach its limits. "that's unacceptable and no half-assed will sway me otherwise."
" if you knew me at all you'd know exactly why i'm miserable, reid!" she shouts, palm slamming on the door. "don't risk your life, stay safe." she mocks, hissing in annoyance. "what do you think i think, huh? after you disappear again, like you're trying to make me sick? do you think i want to stay at home and sing songs and wait for you to get back? or have you forgotten that you're keeping me here, a prisoner of my own anxiety for who knows how long? why don't you get it? that i care about you? that i want you to think, for once?" she shouts. "than this where she can get married and have the happy fucking family I know she fucking wants?!"
naomi feels her insides burn. no. he shouldn't have gone there. she feels like someone's kicked the wind out of her, only a hundred times worse. it hurts because he doesn't get it, and yet hurts more because a part of her, some distant part of her, registers the emotions blaring out of him as care and compassion and she's not sure if she's ever quite felt the object of such affection, and yet she can't stand her own dreams being wrought against her like this. "reid, don't--" but it's too late, she should have known. of all the battles she'd won. few had been against an old man bruised and broken and sitting at her doorstep. she bats her eyelids and keeps the rising heat at bay. if you're my best friend, you should know what i want. you should know that you'll never convince me to give up, on anything.
his shout for an answer, his venomous and fiery words are met with silence as their only response. a few moments at most, but all the scenes that unfold in front of her eyes, all the memories that she revisits are enough to make it feel like a life time. what does she want? it all sounds to clear in her head, as it always does, but at the same time the words coming out of her mouth would sound so silly. to die? to die happy? all her life she'd just wanted to be apart of something bigger than herself, because she'd found out too quickly about her own insignificance. and it all made perfect sense to her when she was alone. but reid shouting made her feel less insignificant, and it was scary in some way, but at the same time her head was heated and her mouth moved quickly, too quickly for her to react. "what do i want? just one fucking promise you won't break. you said we were in this together. and i don't know anymore what the hell you think that word means, reid, but if this is your idea of caring about me, then you came to the wrong doorstep."
god, it hurt. it was like someone had finally given her the cure, but it was just an inch out of reach, and she was already dying but she had to die a little longer, a little further, and all the while she didn't know if the medicine would work or not.
It's because he knows what she wants that he feels this guilt that plagues him, it's because he knows that his anxiety and anger continue to grow. Teeth grit as the woman speaks behind the door her words like swords in his chest. It's almost impossible for the man to calm after she'd struck him so deeply. The cigarette lodged between his lips drops to the stone ground its embers are quickly grinded by his heel heel before he pulls another cigarette. Chain smoking was a habit he'd killed long ago, but with the status quo as was, what else could the man do?
"WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER." The lion roars as she finishes. "It's because we're a team that I CAN FIGHT, that I can cover you and myself. I train and I fight so I can carry the burden yours and mine!" What was so wrong with that, it's what he's resolved to do and a weight he was proud to carry. If he fought she wouldn't have to that was the wisedom behind his actions. "If you're not there." he stops deciding to start over to make sure he's clear. "If you're not ALIVE to see the end then fighting serves no purpose!" His eyes become colder as he continues, "For that reason I will fight until my body rots, that is why I exist." This was his job as the guardian not only of her, but of Rocket as a whole.
What was so complicated about this? He wasn't asking her to give up everything, in fact he wanted to believe the opposite, he fought to make her dreams a reality, but she wouldn't even allow him that. In Reid Vargas' eyes, Naomi Reinhardt was hellbent on fighting and dying no matter what it meant to anyone around her. Still, it was this very same drive; this dutiful selfishness and paradoxical care for her comrades that made up the core of the blue haired woman behind the door. It was what he both hated and admired the most about the woman.
He can feel the blood drip from his palms and onto the cement below as the argument continues, his fists have been balled so tightly that they'd pierced skin, but even upon recognizing the fact his fingers only dug deeper as he continued the man truly enraged now. "DO YOU THINK THIS IS WHAT I WANT? AM I TRULY THAT LOW THAT EVIL NAOMI? AFTER ALL THESE YEARS? THAT I WANT TO LOCK YOU IN A CAGE AND I ENJOY WATCHING YOU LOSE YOURSELF?" He finally turns slamming his fist into the stone wall. At this point the man wasn't upset with her, but with himself for allowing their situation to reach this point, a point where judging by her words he might has well have been killing her slowly. It was this disdain, disappointment, and most importantly this inability to bring the woman any kind of peace that guided his action. The thump echowa through the cool evening air as a wet stickness begins to encroach upon his fist. As pain shoots up his arm and through the rest of his body the man growls a final time before finally his voice lowers.
Post by NAOMI REINHARDT on Oct 22, 2016 5:12:21 GMT
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Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
she's lost and tired of all this shouting, she's been hurt too much by words alone to want to hear anymore, and yet if anything else what he's saying hurts her even more. reid's always been selfish, and it's this time, when he's trying to be selfless and when he's trying to care for her that she can't help but feel worse. and then the meaning of his words, that he wants her to be safe, that he cares about her, hits her like a truck and her head hurts and she feels dizzy. because she can't deal with this. because maybe secretly she's always wanted to feel this loved. but at the cost of a price she can not pay. and that's what makes it tragic, and she doesn't know what to do.
because she can't let him inside. but she can't shut him out. she can't choose one without losing the other, and she can't survive without both.
and as his voice fades into a bubble of memories and peaceful, better times, she feels her heart sink and rise like her chest. she's breathing heavily to remind herself that she's alive. it hurts too much. and she can't take it any more. all this talking, all this time that's being wasted on a circle that has no beginning or end.
"ENOUGH!" she shouts, because it's at that point the lionness, too, awakens. it's the first time this night, and the first time in a very long time that her voice has been raised this loud but there's only so much pain you can cause someone before they finally snap. "you think this is any better than a slow death? you think i'm not dying on the inside? no, forget it. you don't understand at all. you're asking me to choose between everything i am, and the one person i care for?!" so it was back again to life and death? but things went so much beyond that, things could never be that simple. there were things greater than life and things that could exist beyond even death.
"well i made my decision the night we tossed byron into the river. i chose both, reid. because there wasn't --and never will be-- a second option! but maybe you forgot what i said? maybe that meant nothing to you?...or maybe you think my words are as hollow as yours." she lets go of five years worth, and the last week weeks worth of resentment in that single statement, feeling a burning rage rise up in her chest.
and she's turned to face the door, and with one hand she swings it open harshly, the end of the doorknob slamming against the wall behind as she's brought face to face with reid. then she sees for what feels like the first time all the bruises and the scars and the blood dripping against her pavement. her chest is heaving heavily when she looks him up and down. though it's hard to see in the moonlight, discomfort and pain and weariness take over her face and her eyes close and press tightly and she has to breathe out once before opening them again.
"reid..." she begins, and even as she does she feels a helpless desperation rise in the back of her throat. maybe she's said too much; maybe she hasn't said enough. maybe they'll never find their compromise; maybe they'll never be happy. maybe he'll walk away, and leave her alone again...
He can feel the world spinning on his axis as his powerlessness begins to set in, he'd lived with the belief that if he was strong enough both in body and in mind. If his resolve was harder than the cement he walked upon then he'd be able to protect those he cared about. With that and so he'd pushed himself through trial after trial knowing one day it'd be worth it, even if he knew in the depths of his heart that life couldn't be so simple.
Her response isn't as much expected, as it is known, it's the response he'd give to her if he was on the other end of the door and she was outside looking in. He can't ask her to throw away who she is, just to keep her safe. Subjecting her to another form of torture didn't fix the problem it only invited another form of death to her. Just as there was no point in fighting if she died there was also no point in keeping her safe if Nyx lost what made her Nyx.
She continues assaulting him, her words making him feel just as hollow as she said he was. There's no answer to his conundrum, no matter how much power he had. Naomi Reindhardt was an entity that couldn't be protected.She deserved to fly free in the world, and fight the battles close to her heart regardless of the dangers they held. Perhaps it was because his own wings had been clipped so long ago that he has so much fear, but this wasn't about him. She deserved to experience the world however she chose, it wasn't something he had a say in.
When the door opens all is silent, His eyes are hidden behind his hair his lips tilted into a hollow frown. For a moment it's as if the man isn't there his spirit having exited his stone-like body. It's only when she says his name life jolts into his being the rocket admin immediately pulling the woman into the tightest hug he can muster. One look at the woman was enough, the stress the tears, this was what he'd done, this was all his 'protection' was worth. Blood continues to drop from his palms and into her shirt as he holds her, but it's apparent he couldn't care less. He's thankful his eyes are hidden lest she see or even speculate what was happening to the man externally.
Reid was never for two things, the first was apologies. He'd choose his path and walk forward regardless of where it led and proudly at that. Reid was unapologetically who he was and that was something that wouldn't change until the day he died. The second were tears, The admin had sworn off crying as a child entering the organization. He'd known even as a boy that if he had time to cry then he had time to work.
For Naomi Reindhardt, the woman he loved with his entire being, Reid would make an exception.
Post by NAOMI REINHARDT on Oct 29, 2016 7:10:39 GMT
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Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
and there's a moment in there that's she's certain she's lost him, that everything is over. the man she's staring at seems not to be reid, but someone else, a hollow little vessel and a lost spirit. and in the back of her mind she wonders if she made him like this, if there's no way to go back-- but then yet again her little anxieties perish in the light as he snaps up straight and closes in and hugs her with certainty both firm and gentle all at once.
so she's left breathless. one because she's pretty much tied between his arms and his chest and the other because her whole body feels so much lighter now, and suddenly she's floating. in one second of ecstasy all she sees and hears and smells is him and her hands reach out behind to hug him back and to make sure he's still there. firm yet gentle fingers pat at every inch of his back, over his neck and he shoulder that seemed to have broken so long ago. and she wonders how much she's missed him for this moment to feel so right.
as he speaks, she breathes in but it comes out shallow and wobbly, and she has to swallow the lump in her throat and take another breath to steady herself. "you’re forgiven" she whispers shakily into the back of his neck. “for everything." though she feels electricity run though her finger tips she pulls her hands away, from his shoulder and into his open palms, flinching as they run over tiny open wounds. she turns them over and looks at them and then at him and whispers, "you're hurt" as though she's the one that's hurt. how typical.
and he's radiating a light that makes it hard to look at him so she turns away. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said..."so many things. and her fingers linger, but at the same time she knows she can't hold his hand forever and they slip away, slip apart. "you're just in time, actually. for that dinner."
and she slips back into her apartment and all that comes with it: the strong scent of candles and the warm what comes from heavy carpets and drapes, the pristine floorboards and the hanging lights in every corner giving faintly yellow glows. the only thing that lingers is an outstretched arm and a simple invitation.
Suddenly he's safe, her arms wrap around him and the embrace tightens. He takes in her scent the side of his face pressed against hers. It's all so sudden, but in this single moment of peace, he reaches a certain understanding concerning the woman in his arms, there's something he has to do, tonight. He closes his eyes allowing his other senses to take over entirely. Naomi Reinhardt was more than a comrade, a coworker, and a meal. His senses all revealed Nyx as the thing he'd sought for years on end. Naomi for the man was home and it was this fact that found Reid found more than hard-pressed to let go of the woman.
Thankfully, he doesn't have to. Naomi was the first to speak her words serving as keys to the shackles that kept the Rocket admin broken and hurt for months on end because he knows she means it. He'd been in this exile for well over six years and while it'd originally been self-imposed Naomi had always served as his judge and jury. He manages to swallow the lump in his throat as he speaks his voice is no louder than a whisper as the tears begin to slow. "Thank you, Naomi for believing in me." Truly this, what they had right now was without a doubt paradise.
Only now, when her fingers graze over his palms does the man become conscious of his various wounds. He leans outwards slightly meeting the woman's eyes. He already missies her inherent warmth, "I'll heal..." He offers a small smile to the sapphire haired woman, the concern in her voice made what he had to do even clearer. He raises the back of his palm brushing the flowing blue hair behind her ear still recovering from the events himself. Reid was definitely one of the strongest in Rocket, but behind that frame, the man of only 30 years could feel a certain nervousness build up inside of him, a nervousness like no other.
"Don't apologize when you're right Nyx, hold your head high and smile." He'd lean forward pressing his forehead against hers for a moment, "I'm so proud of you Naomi, you've grown into a wonderful woman." As all things eventually do the moment would eventually end his childhood friend inviting him in for dinner her outstretched hand waiting to guide him in. But there was still something left to do, it was now or never.
He'd indeed take the woman's hand, but he wouldn't follow her in, instead choosing to take a knee. "Life is brief Naomi, especially for people like us. I can't and I won't stop you from doing what you love, but I want to value every moment we have together. You, Naomi are home for me and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
He'd slide his ring, the final possession of the previous Rocket Boss that was left to him on the man's deathbed and present it to her. It would be heavy and perhaps a little to big, and the engravings were written out to the boss himself, but the sapphire in the center always reminded the man of the woman anyways. The broken and bloodied Rocket Admin wouldn't shy away now regardless of his raggedy appearance and the fight only minutes prior. This woman meant everything to him and it was time to let her know.
Post by NAOMI REINHARDT on Oct 29, 2016 15:47:35 GMT
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Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
and his word of thanks makes the rest of her hardened heart melt as he's always managed to do. because for naomi, as much as she wouldn't ever admit it, thanks was sometimes all she needed. at reid's smile she purses her lips and manages a smile of her own, smaller still than the rocket admin's. reid's hand reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and naomi's heart beats wildly for a moment as their foreheads touch and her eyes grow larger, softening and a small layer of liquid forming at the seams.
she closes her eyes and breathes in the moment of intimacy before it breaks apart, walking away and leaving her hand only to trail behind. reid steps inside, and takes her hand, but something isn't right. he isn't moving. and then her eyes have widened again and she turns around, entirely caught off guard. her ears buzz and what the man said seems to bounce off the walls inside her head and her heart at the same time and it makes her feel dizzy.
because romance is a terrifying, wobbly, uncharted land. there had been many people, she can't deny-- people that have loved her or people that she had loved and put on a pedestal only for them to disappoint her and make her shut them out for ever. people that had not kept any promises and shattered whatever faith she had been determined to keep in them. and when reid looked up at her, for second she was terrified because of the uncertainty. this man, whom she undoubtedly loved, had caused her wound and grief and sorrow.
and yet.
and yet that hadn't stopped her from looking out the window during lonely mornings five years ago, imagining his silhouette walking up her yard-- some mornings with flowers and others just empty handed. despite her frustration the last week, she hadn't spent a waking hour not wondering if he was okay and alive. despite the wounds he'd caused she knew beyond a flicker of doubt that he would be there next morning to stitch up the remnants and stay with her, no matter what.
and if she had really said what she meant, and if he had really kept true to his word, then there was only one answer; only one future.
tears that she had tried to contain for too long finally slipping and spilling across her cheeks, naomi finds her hands clutching at her chest because she doesn't know what to say. so she doesn't say anything. because she's only ever been good with words when she was prepared to use them, and this was not in anyway a place she would be prepared. so she just nods, crying and laughing all at once. and's she's reaching out her left hand... and the world in that brief moment feels less like a burden on her shoulders, because now it's something she can carry with someone else.
"oh, reid. it's so beautiful..." and it's all she can do to hold back the second round of sobs and choking, but even as she tries control slips from her grasp. "but you-- dinner is---cold and i-- i---"
and then she closes her eyes with finality, and when she opens them again she's calm and yet undoubtedly happier than she has ever been. "--i love you, reid vargas."
“O’ how he’d give the world to her how he creates monsters in his own mind just to keep you close dear girl.” They were both outlaws. Warriors of the largest criminal empire known to the world to date. They fought. they stole and killed, whatever it took to achieve their goals. But even among thieves there was honor, even among outlaws there was mercy, and even among criminals there was love. The nervousness and anticipation in his eyes was palpable. he’d found what exactly it was he wanted, looking back the answer seemed so simple, how blind was he not to see her? Even as he waits for an answer on bent knee he can’t help but think back on his foolishness. This was what he searched for in all that time he left, his answer was closest to home and while those years gone weren’t wasted he knows now they could have been better spent. He could have been beside the woman who’d walked alongside him since childhood.
What was seconds felt like hours, as he waits still for an answer never before had Reid Vargas known fear like this, his mouth tilted in a sort of nervous smile as his hopeful love to be ran through an assortment of emotions all of which ending in tears. He remembers wandering through the regions always wondering, always praying for the woman’s safety. He remembers checking in with messengers spread out through the world every so often. Questions concerning her whereabouts and safety were the foremost in his mind. Reports, inquiries regarding Naomi Reinhardt and her wellbeing. Dreams of sharing this wild world with her showing her what it was like in the universe outside of their own.
When she nods through the tears and assortment of emotions when she extends her left hand waiting for him to slide the gem on, there hasn’t been a happier moment in his life, no promotion commendation or achievement could even amount to a fraction of this moment, here and now. When he slides the ring on her hand it’s far larger than her finger it’s clunky and would most definitely slide off in the coming moments, but right here, right now it was perfect. This was perfect, she had always been perfect. When she speaks finally he rises with the broadest smile he’d ever had, taking both her hands in his,
“Nyx You’ve made me the happiest man alive.” As cliché there’s never been a statement so true. Despite her watery eyes and his bleeding body the lion leans forward too eager and overwhelmed by this jubilance that’s spread into every nook of his body to keep any kind of composure. The fire in his heart driving him forward until lips touch joy and passion overwhelms Reid entirely.
He knows there’ll be arguments, and fights. He knows he’ll mess up and fall and that this was an invitation to struggles anew. There’s fear hidden in this deep joy because he knows the world outside of their perfect bubble exists with all the uncertainties that world held, but it was because of that fear because she taught him that life was meant to be lived that he wants this more than anything else in the world. It was time to start this brand new chapter not in his life, or hers, but in their life together.
"I love you more than words could ever say, Naomi"
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