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Yveltal: I don't get paid to make sense! So I won't.

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When I’m married I will “my husband” everyone till the end of time 😌😌

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        Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay;         the worst is death and death will have his day.

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If it wasn’t for his ring, the scale of death preceding Yveltal’s hibernation would have been a LOT worse. Like, all life on earth would have been absorbed instead of being restricted to a smaller area of Kalos. Regardless, the radius of death and decay still was not very small. Everything within a 15 mile (24 kilometer) radius was totally wiped out and reduced to a barren wasteland. The small town he lived in wasn’t spared either, and was razed to nothing, along with all the people in it.

The second time this happened, Yveltal had already isolated himself to the mountainous part of eastern Kalos, where no people or pokemon lived, as the lands were too inhospitable. He learned his lesson after the initial event, and isolated himself the second he woke back up. Yveltal has been living in the mountains for the past several thousand years, and he has no intentions of living among humanity ever again.

He knows there will come a time where he’ll fall into another slumber, for the third time. So far, he has no idea when it will happen. The last time he hibernated was just after Kalos’ war came to its end, which was about 3000 years ago. Yveltal is absolutely terrified of having to go back to sleep, knowing everything around him will be absorbed, and that he’ll have to leave all those he’s come to care about.

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Ever since Yveltal’s powers were sealed with his ring, he was able to be within humanity safely. There was no worries about watching people fall to ash and dust, or turn to stone. Grass and trees didn’t wither just by him being near them. The deep scarring on his chest was only a faint memory of the past, happening so long ago that it felt like an entirely different lifetime.

Regardless, he couldn’t shake the feeling of foreboding. It crept up within him, like snaking vines, squeezing the air out of him. He was growing more and more tired. No matter how much he rested, the fatigue was starting to become overwhelming. He couldn’t remember a time where this had happened.

His eyes were heavy as he struggled to stay awake. He caught himself before his head hit his desk, waking with a start. Bleary eyes blinked slowly, a hand lifting to rest on his forehead. As he tried to collect himself, he’d see the vase of freshly picked flowers wither out of the corner of his eye.

At first, he thought it was a trick of the mind. His powers were sealed. It was impossible for anything around him to die. However, now that his full attention was directed to the vase, he saw that the flowers, indeed, were falling apart. Petals shed from the flowers, dropping onto the table as they crumpled into nothing. The wood of his desk and the floor began to rot and erode away, too. Even the tree outside of the window was dying. Once verdant leaves turned a sickly brown color, before dropping off into the decaying grass.

Everything was dying and slipping through his fingers, just as it had when he was a child. Yveltal pushed open the door that lead outside, watching as it, too, began to fall to ruin. The ring was doing nothing to stop the destruction, perhaps hinder it some, but it hardly mattered.

There was a great crash behind him as the roof of his home caved in. The wooden pillars and support beams decayed and couldn’t support it anymore. The walls soon went after it. His home, reduced to a pile of debris in mere seconds.

He didn’t know what was happening to him, but he had to flee before he decimated the entire town. A veil of darkness cloaked him as he transformed into his true form, before taking off into the sky with great haste.

In the air, the path of his destruction was a lot more damning. He could see the land itself begin to wither as he went. Fields of grass and flowers were reduced to uninhabitable wastelands. Trees shed their leaves instantaneously, collapsing in on themselves with the weight of dead wood.

It was all falling to ruin. It was all his fault. The lands Xerneas breathed life into and worked so hard to cultivate were razed by Yveltal’s own hand. He landed in the middle of a forest, kicking up dust from decayed plant life. He tried not to think about all the pokemon that lived within, meeting an untimely demise.

It had to be a cruel joke. It was happening to him again. He felt like an idiot for believing his power could be stopped. While it wasn’t Zygarde’s fault, she was trying to help, and she did help for longer than necessary, he shouldn’t have gotten so comfortable. It was bound to happen. All he was, and all he ever would be, was a harbinger of death and destruction. Wreaking havoc wherever he stepped, spreading decay like the plague.

The earth itself seemed to shudder as more life was absorbed into Yveltal. There was no longer any grass, trees, bushes, or flowers. All that was around him was cracked, dry dirt, and even that seemed to be falling apart. The same exhaustion washed over him, and Yveltal curled in on himself. Mighty wings and tail folded up and covered him like a cocoon, plunging him into darkness. Everything ceased in that moment. The thoughts, the emotional agony, everything. Not even the wind dared to make a peep.

There was only one coherent though before Yveltal fell into slumber. He hoped, he prayed, that he would not wake up again.

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faesandfaunas​:

“I am flattered my dear, though that may be giving me too much credit.”

“On the contrary, ma moitié. I don’t think it gives you enough credit.”

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this man slowly starting to slip away from not using contractions in speech since he adapts to the way others around him speaks to better blend in? more likely than you think

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“Xerxes is an angel. It’s true.”

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what ethereal vibe do you give off?

Greek mythology entity

(a hush falls over the crowd just by the mere mention of your name. you've been around, you've done and seen it all, and you're still thirsty for knowledge and power. your conquests are heard of all around the world, especially how great you look in leather pants. seriously no one's managed to pull this look off, props to you)

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Ever since Serena painted Yveltal’s nails black as a way for the two of them to destress one day, he’s actually enjoyed having them painted. Of course, during that time he tried to paint Serena’s in return. You can imagine how much of a disaster that was and how bad it looked, but it was still a lot of fun for the two of them. Since then, Yveltal has practiced and is a lot better at painting nails, and he will paint his own nails here and there. It’s relaxing to him and he also thinks it looks pretty!

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yveltal: so anyways i inadvertently traumatized a poor teenager because i was too incapable of protecting myself from being taken away and if you dont think ill feel guilty over that for my entire immortal life you’ve got another thing coming

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Spending so much time around his now fiance, it was difficult to put together a sort of gift without him noticing. Especially where recently he'd been home a little more in fact, as Serena was a bit busy with her own significant other. When Xerxes did have time he managed, and on Valentine's Day he brought him a bouquet of roses, red and black ones mixed with blue. "No need to think too hard on meanings this time, I merely wanted them to resemble us. Happy Valentines Day, Yvel." (faesanfaunas)

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Yveltal had spent a lot of time mulling over what to get Xerxes, wanting to get his fiance the perfect gift. In the end, he settled on getting the other a bouquet, hand picked from the modest garden he had grown around his mountain home.

When Xerneas was asleep, Yveltal had slipped out of bed as quietly as he could, picking the flowers the night before. He arranged them the best he could, going all out on flowers symbolizing love, and adoration. Red roses, red chrysanthemums, and red carnations for deep love, cala lilies and plumeria for beauty, and of course, eternal flowers for an eternal, undying love. The bouquet spoke for Yveltal, conveying everything he wanted Xerneas to know even when the death god couldn’t find the proper words to say it aloud.

He’d arranged the flowers with great care, making sure that not even a single petal was out of place. When he was satisfied with how the bouquet looked, he tried to hide them the best he could, before slipping back into bed next to Xerxes without waking him.

The next day, when Xerxes presented him with the bouquet, he found himself laughing quietly, only because they had the same idea. It was touching that Xerxes had made it to resemble the two of them.

“I had the same thought.” Yveltal would say, retrieving the bouquet and handing it to Xerneas. “I may have gone overboard with the symbolism... but I do mean everything that it is in there wholeheartedly. Happy Valentine’s Day, ma moitié. I love you.” He’d soon lean in, placing a gentle kiss upon his fiance’s lips.

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faesandfaunas​:

“Ma moitié, do you ever feel very glad that we’re not part of a different pantheon?”

“Yes, all the time. I find myself looking at the rest of the legendaries and thinking there must be something wrong with them to make them behave like that.”

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Oh right, Valentine’s Day was coming up. Yveltal wasn’t sure what to get Xerneas, considering he deserved the entire world. He’d give that to him in a heartbeat if he could.

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and you go through it all again and again and again and