A Warrior's Sweetheart (Incineroar X Decidueye)

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A few hours into the night later,

Decidueye felt the relaxed feeling of weight being lifted off his shoulders as the past was as it is. He had to charge up his headphones for some time of music therapy. He could make a small schedule to relax and even get some courage to ask Incineroar to join him for a few hours. Incineroar WAS the one who had the original idea and it works out pretty good. A friendship finally sewn together and things were made up in a quick route. Forgiving sorta felt nice and the truth made sense enough to make him breathe relief but also still broken. But somehow, he heals because of his current lover already. He remained in the bedroom for some time because of something Incineroar said he'd be preparing for him. The owl slightly questioned him with accidental giggles in between and all Incineroar could say was that he would like it for a "first timer." He didn't know what it was but he kept his patience and stayed in the room till the time was right. It's what he has been waiting for ever since his growing crush on the dark fire tiger on the TV. Meanwhile, Incineroar prepared a couple's meal of sweet and spicy ribs with a side of ranch dipping. It was good enough for a first start, but it was still to the thought of Decidueye being hard to impress. Despite Decidueye looking easy to make an impression on, Incineroar was a perfectionist sometimes with certain Pokémon he knew well enough to make it better than perfect, and Decidueye was one of them at the top of the list. After all, he is a warrior that he's been trying to find for a long time now, unlike all those stronger women who work out in the next door gym club to try and get some attention. Incineroar hated to believe it, but he agreed that opposites do attract each other someway or another. It's hard to say no but it's true. Incineroar made sure the ribs were rightfully cooked at the level they are to success and made sure the ranch was cold enough for a good chilling taste if the ribs were too hot from the stove. Might as well get Decidueye set up for what might happen in the future, knowing that Incineroar IS IN FACT, a fire type.

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Decidueye stayed inside the room with some music playing softly on a stereo and he kneeled down beside the large window, giving him a good view of the stars in the night sky. The stars, from what are said about in Alolan legends, are all those shining from the afterlife and the shinier ones are passed down from many lives forward. Other shinier stars are angels from Arceus' hand. The song snaps from the button's timer and another song plays, a song that almost made Decidueye want to think deeper into the night skies of heaven showing it's beautiful indigo and dark blue violet form. His eyes start to sparkle a little with marks of tears wanting to grow and spill like waterfalls down his face. Decidueye tried to look away with his head still staring out the window and his hands/paws holding it but still, he let himself look away for one minute. Suddenly, he had that screening feeling that he wasn't alone in the bedroom and something dark stirred inside himself. His breathing increased and almost became a soft huffing and puffing to gain more air as his wrists start to mark red by the sudden claw from his hands/paws. Decidueye sat down on the carpet floor and tried to hold his head with his claws almost coming back to scrap at his soft, tender wrists. He rubbed his eyes while shaky sniffles escaped his throat as a small hand of his dark ghost stood and levitated behind him.

The Walrider, their empty black eyes, staring at the shaking, crippling owl as his claws almost try to dig the blood out of his wings and arms as a way for the pain to stop. It worked so many times in the past and it even made Decidueye smile in some cases when he was completely alone with thoughts of trauma haunting him. It felt itself almost glitch like the last host that suffered the engine's buzz and force. Unfortunately, Decidueye overhears it too just like them, but he was far younger than anybody suffering under the Murkoff Corporation, except for Billy being only 19. Whispers and static of psychotic laughter and slices of flesh rise up to levels of full sound inside Decidueye's head as his tears run down his face and onto his wrists, now filling with cuts that were already fully healed from the hospital. Decidueye took shaky hesitant breaths as he looked into the blood on his wrists and tried to bite down on his tongue to keep the cries silent and looked up to the ceiling so the tears could remain inside his eyes. A smile tries to form on the teary face of the archer and the Walrider standing and kneeling right behind Decidueye, given the massage distraction as their glitchy body starts to feel the self harm Decidueye was performing to the midpoint of the blade. The revealing bones bleed pure black from the Walrider as its host was laughing away on heaving breaths and silent cries of laughter. Decidueye knew he was going insane if he was laughing like this again. It's only been a few months since he last showed a smile to cover the actual face of pain and he was doing good at being honest with himself. The archer kept going till the blade was stained and his reflection couldn't be seen on it anymore. He stayed kneeling on his knees and only letting the blood drip to his thighs. The black Swarm could take it, a feeling of their host being used to those brand of torture and massages Decidueye more to almost make him want to scream. Despite all the past anger from their last host, a sense of sympathy struck the taller ghost and a small pinch of muffled sounds was the Walrider all could say.