#Reminent Sonia

[despxir-princxss]

If you can’t answer to bring yourself despair are you even really a reminant?

Sonia had since regained her composure. She raises her eyebrow, acting as if it was a silly question all together. “Not everything has to be done for despair. Do not think you can trick me into answering, I have secrets that I intend to keep.” 

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Her Sword, His Shield (Mila x Hop)

Mila was sitting at the foot of the shrine, twiddling her fingers and palms around nervously, the young champion waiting patiently.

She saw Hop from the distance and stood up quickly “Hey Mila” Hop greeted her like he usually did, “Top of the morning, Hop” Mila responded in her usual way.

“So. you wanted me here for something mate?” Hop asked her regarding her text message to him. “Indeed, I did” she replied, guiding Hop to the top of the shrine, where the rusted sword and shield were.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you...but I never had the courage to say it...” Mila told him “But first, I want you to close your eyes” she told him and he did so.

She positioned one of his hands to openly expose his palm, then she opened up her bag she kept on her back and placed something on it. “Okay you can open them now” she said, and Hop did so.

Looking down, he noticed his hand now had an Applin. It is said that if you give an Applin to someone, you’ll be together forever.

“Truth is Hop...I...I...” Mila stammered as she blushed, unable to put her thoughts into words. In the very next moment, she grabbed Hop’s jacket and pulled him closer to her, locking their lips in for a kiss.

At first, Hop, blushing wildly as well, was shocked, but when he realized what she was doing, he closed his eyes and put his arms around Mila, being careful not to drop the Applin.

They pulled apart for air, both of them smiled at each other. “I love you, Hop” she confessed. “I love you too, Mila” Hop replied, cupping her cheek into his hand.

“More than you have ever known...” both of them said, as they leaned their heads onto each other intimately and holding each others hand (Hop’s free one that is).

[Fast forward a few years, Hop and Mila are now 18 years old, Mila is still the champion of Galar, and Hop is Sonia’s assistant.]

Holding Mila’s hand, Hop guided her through the slumbering weald. Hop stopped at the shrine, Mila stopping just behind. Both stepped onto the top of the shrine and faced each other, eyes focused on the other.”

“Do you remember this place?” Hop asked Mila with much softness. “Indeed, I do” Mila answered with the same amount of softness. Both remin about their journey, and the plan where it, and their love, began.

“I think...that if our story started here, our happily ever after might as well too...”. Hop suggested. “I want you to close your eyes first” He told her and Mila did so.

He kneeled down in front of Mila, put his hand into his lab coat pocket, pulled out a little box and opened the lid. “Okay mate, you can open them now” he told her, and Mila did so.

She looked down, inside the box there was a small golden ring, encrusted with a ruby in the shape of a shield with little streaks of blue on the ring itself, the words “His Shield” were engraved on it.

“Mila Hargrave, will you make me the happiest man in the world and allow us to cherish every memory together in harmony. Mila, I ask you on this very special day....will you marry me?” Hop asked her softly and tenderly. Mila’s eyes were filled with joyful tears, a silly but beautiful smile plastered on her face.

“Yes” Mila answered, hugging Hop very tightly, Hop having a even bigger smile than hers. He showed her the other ring that he would wear, it was similar, but the gem was a sapphire shaped like a sword, pink streaks on the ring and had “Her Sword” engraved onto it.

Then the two kissed under the bright sun beaming down onto the shrine. The two pulled apart for air.

“I love you...forever and always” Both of them told the other softly as they embraced. Forever bound together by the sword and the shield.

#fanfiction #pokemon #oc stuff #hop #mila

[kazdumps]

Sonia Nevermind, peered over the latest issue of "Serial Killer's weekly", beyond distracted. So odd, as usually the stories, or interviews, of the weekly completely engrossed her until she had flipped through all Twenty-Five pages (Or Thirty pages, when something extraordinary happened and caused an extra article to be realeased). However, now, her gaze had not left the teen boy who's name she didn't even know.

She bit her lip, the inner workings of her mind scolding her for engaging in such a frivolous activity. After all, she knew what it was liked to be stared at; even when people were looking wistfully, or without malice, it still left her uneasy. So how, in good conscious, she watch a fellow student?

She had seen him before, he was in a differnt class then her but she believed he was no older [An underclassman, if not of her same grade]. They'd never spoken, but she rembers at one point he gave a polite nod in the hallway. She waved back at him, her smile bright as ever. Back then though, she didnt think twice of him.

Only a fellow student, one she saw a handful of times.

But here, almost alone in the library, she gazed as if she'd been infatuated with him since the beginning. It was the way he moved, carefully as if everything around him was something important that he was weary of breaking. Yet, he had not an ounce of worry in his eyes.

His eyes, they were a pure golden colour. It reminded her of Egyptian Gods in the book of tales she read (before she dived into the world of serial killers, the Greeks, Egyotion, Roman, and Norse God's kept her mind company) and his prominent lashes didn't dissuade her initial thinking. He wore a uniform, though not one made by Hope's Peak. She'd never seen anything like it, like it was made from scratch. She really could only distinguish the small nubs on his shoulders as well as his arm band, that proved he was part of a club.

Usually she'd remind herself that she was a foreigner and that is why it was unfamiliar. However she'd done all the research about Japanese Culture she could before coming here and didnt rember a single uniform looking exactly like his.

The most astounding feature of his was the black mask that covered the bottom of his face and neck and was zippered shut. Hope's Peak didn't have a strict dress code, some people's talents would be hindered in a simple school uniform, yet still it intrested her. It was not too bewildering, she'd meant many people with many different styles, but a mask was still rather uncommon. She knew of fellow princesses who'd cover thier face for religious purposes, and even Gundham had his scarf so at times (mostly when she complimented the Devas) he could hide his pink tinted face.

A mask though? A nice sleek mask, one that paired with his long hair, and well fitting clothes, made him appear quite feminine. Not that anything was wrong with femininity; Sonia found it 'hella Boss!'.

Sonia gently set her magazine down, hadnt even gotten through the first paragraph, already deciding what she'd do. Being a Princess had slight perks, like being a natural socialite. She would strike up a conversation with this young man, then her curiosity would be satisfied.

Before she had even arrived to his chair, he chose one next to the sealed off fire place that remained lit during the colder season, he'd set his book down on the coffee table and turned to her. His brows crept up, and while she could not see half of his expression he showed intrigue.

"Good Evening! I thought since we we're both here, I might as well become acquainted with you," She gave a small bow, his golden eyes remained steady watching her movements " I am Sonia Nevermind, Class 77 B, the Ultimate Princess." She remined standing, a few feet away from where he comfortably sat. She knew many a student who would rather exchange a few pleasant words but who in the end thought it best to part ways as quickly as possible. She did not want to frighten him, nor feel overbearing.

"An Ultimate Princess? I must inquire where you're future reign will take place?"

She dared not show any confusion; it was not an unusual question, but people tended to introduce themselves first before questioning. On the same note, they also did not ask in that manner either. The words, all correct, all felt more complicated then was necessary.

Then again, people told her she was too formal. It'd be hypocritical to critique his formalities.

" The kingdom which I love in is Noveselic! It is a small country in Europe. Despite our almost unknown pressence and our small size, we are powerful," She replied, offering the still unknown student a smile.

"Noveselic? I have heard of your kingdom, though I personally have never been nor have I met anyone from. Your customs are quite unknown to the rest of the world, though that will make our conversation all the more interesting," She could feel her own eyes widen in surprise, many people had not even heard of Noveselic much less been outright intrested in the customs. "Forgive my delayed introduction. I am Korekiyo Shinguchi, though commonly I am called Kiyo. Perhaps some people find my full name a mouth full. However, I do not have a presence so call me whichever is desirable to you."

An anthropologist? No wonder he took intrest in her customs.

#uncompleted