#🌸 npc: elys.

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“Sometimes I think about how I’m never going to look older. Which I guess is okay. But how am I supposed to get my driver’s license if I’m never going to look sixteen.”

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“I’m dressed as my mom and my dad this year.” She wore her usual Giratina-style costume, but the signature red her mom was known for was replaced with a chilling blue color instead, more indicative of Kyurem. This included the points on the ends of the wings as well, looking more akin to jagged icicles now with the change in color. Along with that, Elys had sewn pouches inside of the costume for dry ice, giving a chilling, misty effect. She even put a few fake icicles on her actual skin for extra effect.

Alastor, meanwhile, is still struggling to get into his Radahn costume.

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“Do you remember the Flower Incident forty-five years ago?”

“You mean when I took one of the flowers out of the Distortion World because I didn’t think anything would happen? And then everything around the flower started flinging around and colliding, but nothing was actually breaking? And we decided to just throw shit at it for fun, and then there was so much piled up that all of the objects just kind of hung weirdly suspended like they were frozen in time, but still had the momentum despite being still? And eventually, I just started flinging antimatter at it to try and get it to go away but it didn’t work, and then we had to get Arceus to get rid of it? And then he spent the next fifty-five minutes beating my ass in for bothering him and wasting his time?”

“Exactly. That’s why I believe you about the pickles.”

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BIRTHDAY.

But more importantly...

HALLOWEEN.

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“I’m ready for Halloween. I really like my costume this year.”

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“Not having grandfather around is the best birthday present. I don’t need anything else. No one should care about him anyways - care about my birthday instead. And Halloween.”

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❛ there. now your snow angel has a friend. ❜ - from Magearna @faesandfaunas to Elys ❤️

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | accepting

Elys always liked making snow angels in the fresh snow. The blankets of snow that were draped over the forest surrounding the Spring was always largely untouched and undisturbed. She hadn’t expected Magearna to join her after Elys had left her art studio to go make one really quick, taking a break from their little Minecraft server they had made during Magearna’s stay.

By the time Magearna flopped down into the snow next to her, Elys’ snow angel was pretty much done for the most part. Clumps of snow clung to her hair and clothes as she sat up, careful not to ruin her creation.

She looks over as her friend finishes her own snow angel, soon smiling to herself upon hearing that even their snow angels were ‘friends’. “That’s cute, I love it. They’re best friends.” Elys gets up out of the fluffy snow fully, shaking flakes that clung to her clothes.

“They won’t melt away any time soon, luckily, but they’re going to get covered up by more snow...” Which made her feel sad, in a strange way. “I think every time it snows this winter, we should come back to this spot. That way we can keep making them together even if they get filled in a little bit. Next winter, too.”

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TONIGHT’S THE NIGHT.

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CHRISTMAS.

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“Everyone wrongly put on the naughty list this year will have their vengeance.” Finally, the landmines and claymore mines she ordered online got here. She was worried they wouldn’t show up in time.

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“So what you’re saying is, is that Alastor threw a blue shell at you in Mario Kart and that’s why you guys started stabbing each other?”

“Exactly.”

“She stabbed me back though..!”

“Either way, the couch is fucking ruined with bloodstains, and now you two have to come with me to pick out a new one. That’s your punishment.”

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naughty or nice?

“At least coal is fun to throw at windows-”

“BRING IT ON. MOTHERFUCKER.”

“I wouldn’t mind being a mining supervisor.... It’s good to have a backup plan.”

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Uses her fancy art studio to draw a picture of herself stabbing her grandfather to death. She doesn’t usually dabble in realism, but-

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“I want to decorate for Christmas. And set up my landmine traps by the fireplace.”

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Nods.

Nods.

Nods.

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“I know it seems like we’re going a little bit far, but just trust me, okay? Oh, and close your eyes also. We’re almost there.”

“It’s okay. I do trust you. I think I’m more curious to see what it is.” Elys replies, closing her eyes as instructed. She feels her mother’s hand rest on her back now, Giratina helping guide Elys given she can’t see at the moment. They crunched through fallen leaves and pine needles, around a quarter of a mile from the house now. It felt kind of silly to be walking through the forest in their costumes like this, but Elys always loved spending any time with Giratina, no matter what they did or how goofy it was.

After a moment, they would stop, Giratina putting her hand on her daughter’s shoulder now. “Alright, we’re here. Open your eyes.” Elys did as she was told, laying her eyes on a small house of sorts. Above the door was a sign, the words ‘Elys’ Art Studio’ burned into a slab of wood.

“No way,” she says, rushing towards the small building, “did you build this?” Elys is already peering into one of the many windows on the studio, seeing countless art supplies inside. There were also pieces of furniture inside, like plush chairs and beanbags, likely for anyone else who wanted to come hang out while Elys worked on her art.

“Well... no, not exactly. Creating things isn’t my talent, but I helped design it and give inputs that I thought you’d like... like all of the windows. It lets you see out into the forest from all sides, so there’s plenty of inspiration you can get.” Giratina opens the door for her, Elys already rushing inside to look at everything.

“It has electricity and internet. So you can work in the dark, or bring in your laptop to look up references online.” Giratina points towards a drawing tablet, clearly top of the line and loaded with all sorts of features and programs. “Your brother got that for you - we figured you might want to try out some... digital art? I think that’s what it’s called. But I also know you like traditional art still, so... there’s tons of supplies, paper, canvases... basically everything I thought you would need. I didn’t touch the stuff in your room so you could have a chance to move it if you wanted.”

Elys was already flipping through some of the sketchbooks on the desk, and eyeing all of the drawing tools lined up neatly along one of the walls. She didn’t expect to get a whole place like this to herself. “I can’t believe this is real.” Elys comments, unsure of what to do with herself. “I don’t even know how I didn’t notice this either.” She turns back towards Giratina, moving to give her a hug.

“Thanks mom. I love it, and I love you.” Giratina, of course, returns the hug, unable to hide the smile on her face at her daughter’s happiness. “Don’t mention it, kid. Happy birthday.”