[Here's hoping it isn't a repeat of that; the one decent thing about the whole situation last time is that he finds it hard to conceive of ways that could conceivably get much worse. Kind of a sad silver lining, but sometimes one takes what they can get.]
I'm not particularly optimistic, but I imagine that isn't particularly new. You know I like to prepare for things being less than ideal.
[So it goes, really.]
I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you as well, however.
I know how you feel; my first cycle after I went Exalted was nerve-wracking. But it worked out well for me, no? I think you'll end up with something cute, too.
[That makes Sycamore chuckle; the mental image! Sanguis can sometime get 'dog' ears....Lysandre with dog ears....cute....or perhaps more beautiful scales? Provided they don't dare go near his face, of course.]
Regardless, you know I'll be here. Whatever happens.
It's a good thing they're texting and not on video, because Sycamore just sat straight up from where he'd been lying on the couch. Alright, be cool...respond in a calm manner...]
[-he is...bouncing excitedly on the couch, but definitely in a cool, calm and collected manner....!]
OF COURSE I'LL COME!!! You silly thing! As you even have to ask! You'll text me as soon as the transformation is finished, then? I'll leave straight away!
Considering how many things I've left at your place, I barely have to pack. Just my wonderful self! Besides, I know you like it when I use your products.
[They all smell so good...the smell is almost enough to make the aura of smug from Lysandre worth it! Almost....]
Text me when it happens. I'll be there, mon cheri.
[Well, he won't have to wait too long, considering Sycamore was already in the air when he received that reply. Charizard can immediately tell that his trainer is pleased, judging by the way he wriggles on his back. Thankfully not so much that he has to worry about him falling off, but you never know with the Professor...
Charizard is returned to his Pokéball once they arrive at Lysandre's door. Sycamore knows that he'll be aware he's got Pokémon with him, so with any luck, he won't be too concerned about any Sanguis traits getting out of hand. This really is wonderful; to think that he's finally comfortable with them seeing each other during Sanguis....he'll do all he can to ensure the experience is positive.]
[He seems as well-put together as ever when he lets Sycamore in - albeit somewhat obviously trying not to touch his face, seeing as there are some of the usual iridescent scales present there again. Not much, just here and there in patches, and they're light-colored, shimmering in a pearly shade of white; still enough to annoy the hell out of him, but nowhere near as unfortunate as...all of the things Yveltal had going on.]
[The 'Exalted Experience' certainly seems to have put things into perspective, and while it's not a fun memory, the thought does make Sycamore smile. A few months ago, Lysandre refused to even appear on camera when those scales got near his face. How far they've come.]
I know you'll say I'm biased, but you look lovely.
[Sycamore only has a small bag with him, slung over his shoulder; before he moves further into the apartment, he places a hand on Lysandre's face (not touching those scales, of course) and asks-]
Can I kiss you?
[He normally wouldn't ask (as much as he...needs Lysandre to bend down to allow it to happen), but...well. It is Sanguis. Best to check.]
[The first part of that gets a bit of a look because he has seen this and he is aware that that is blatantly untrue, but thankfully the second proves enough of a distraction.]
...Yes, of course.
[He'll even shift position to allow it and not make you ask, all right.]
[Ah yes, that's the familiar look...like clockwork. It makes Sycamore laugh softly as he places his hands on Lysandre's shoulders.]
One day you're going to have to believe me when I say that, you know.
[For now, however, he'll take advantage of the fact that he's nicely within kissing range (as much as it can sometimes be fun to act like a romance novel heroine, and stand on his tip-toes) and press a gentle one against his lips.
He'll let him straighten up before the next - and more important - question.]
I don't disbelieve you so much as I agree that you're biased.
[Yes, yes, he's not arguing the point too much, don't worry.]
I feel...fairly all right for now. The physical effects are worse with the exalted version of this, but the emotional is more unpleasant otherwise. It'll likely be more of a concern further into the cycle, but for now it's fine.
[He knows you'll assume he was worried regardless, so...might as well say it. Honesty, and all that! Now, to move out of the doorway; gently tugging on Lysandre's arm, Sycamore moves inside and places his bag down on the dining table.]
I'm more than happy to stay for the entire cycle, you know.
[He'll lean against the table after he's said that, arms crossed and a relaxed expression on his face. No lab coat, as is becoming the norm here in Lunatia; instead, a pale blue (slightly iridescent!) shirt and dark pants. They go well with his red socks, as far as he's concerned!]
I'll leave if it gets to a point where you want me gone. But I want you to know I'd like to remain with you.
[Mostly because he knows that's how you'll react...although admittedly, at least he's aware this is very much 'receive an inch and take a mile' in terms of Sanguis. But still!
Shifting away from the table (in a way that would probably be better described as 'bouncing'), Sycamore places his hands on Lysandre's shoulders.]
I think it will be an interesting experiment, regardless! You know what I'm hypothesizing? That having me around will make it easier for you! You might find you're a lot calmer. At least I can stop any ill-advised posting to the network, no?
[Well! That will make him laugh, and Sycamore will happily squeeze Lysandre's shoulders.]
I'm pleased to hear it! Poor Pyroar would be dreadfully confused. To be fair, there's something a bit sexy about you getting so raw and physical, no? Although I prefer when it's with me.
[Have a wink, you.]
Either way, we will get through it together! I'm just glad to be here with you.
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I'm not particularly optimistic, but I imagine that isn't particularly new. You know I like to prepare for things being less than ideal.
[So it goes, really.]
I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you as well, however.
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[That makes Sycamore chuckle; the mental image! Sanguis can sometime get 'dog' ears....Lysandre with dog ears....cute....or perhaps more beautiful scales? Provided they don't dare go near his face, of course.]
Regardless, you know I'll be here. Whatever happens.
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[It's something he's always insisted on; he sees no reason to change that now.]
Are you doing well enough otherwise?
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[It's playful, but also true. He's managing fine, but....]
I'll survive, though, of course. Shall I prepare a few surprises for when Cordis comes around?
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It's a good thing they're texting and not on video, because Sycamore just sat straight up from where he'd been lying on the couch. Alright, be cool...respond in a calm manner...]
Oh? What do you mean?
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you are so fortunate he can't see this]
Assuming that it's nothing horrid this month, I would like you to be here. Or do you have other plans?
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I mean...I might be able to fit you into my schedule. Maybe.
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OF COURSE I'LL COME!!! You silly thing! As you even have to ask! You'll text me as soon as the transformation is finished, then? I'll leave straight away!
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[...]
Although admittedly, now you have me wondering how far in advance you pack for these things...
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[They all smell so good...the smell is almost enough to make the aura of smug from Lysandre worth it! Almost....]
Text me when it happens. I'll be there, mon cheri.
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It seems we've been spared Yveltal this time, at least. It isn't ideal, but it's tolerable.
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(He's dressed and ready to go, of course.)]
Ah, parfait! So I can come over?
[c'mon c'mon c'mooooooon]
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I'll be waiting.
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Charizard is returned to his Pokéball once they arrive at Lysandre's door. Sycamore knows that he'll be aware he's got Pokémon with him, so with any luck, he won't be too concerned about any Sanguis traits getting out of hand. This really is wonderful; to think that he's finally comfortable with them seeing each other during Sanguis....he'll do all he can to ensure the experience is positive.]
Mon cheri? I'm here.
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Wherever you'd like, as always.
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I know you'll say I'm biased, but you look lovely.
[Sycamore only has a small bag with him, slung over his shoulder; before he moves further into the apartment, he places a hand on Lysandre's face (not touching those scales, of course) and asks-]
Can I kiss you?
[He normally wouldn't ask (as much as he...needs Lysandre to bend down to allow it to happen), but...well. It is Sanguis. Best to check.]
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...Yes, of course.
[He'll even shift position to allow it and not make you ask, all right.]
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One day you're going to have to believe me when I say that, you know.
[For now, however, he'll take advantage of the fact that he's nicely within kissing range (as much as it can sometimes be fun to act like a romance novel heroine, and stand on his tip-toes) and press a gentle one against his lips.
He'll let him straighten up before the next - and more important - question.]
How are you feeling...?
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[Yes, yes, he's not arguing the point too much, don't worry.]
I feel...fairly all right for now. The physical effects are worse with the exalted version of this, but the emotional is more unpleasant otherwise. It'll likely be more of a concern further into the cycle, but for now it's fine.
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[He knows you'll assume he was worried regardless, so...might as well say it. Honesty, and all that! Now, to move out of the doorway; gently tugging on Lysandre's arm, Sycamore moves inside and places his bag down on the dining table.]
I'm more than happy to stay for the entire cycle, you know.
[He'll lean against the table after he's said that, arms crossed and a relaxed expression on his face. No lab coat, as is becoming the norm here in Lunatia; instead, a pale blue (slightly iridescent!) shirt and dark pants. They go well with his red socks, as far as he's concerned!]
I'll leave if it gets to a point where you want me gone. But I want you to know I'd like to remain with you.
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I'm not afraid, Lysandre.
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[He loves you and all, but your judgement with regards to these things...]
We'll see how things end up. It's entirely too soon to say for now, I'd think.
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[Mostly because he knows that's how you'll react...although admittedly, at least he's aware this is very much 'receive an inch and take a mile' in terms of Sanguis. But still!
Shifting away from the table (in a way that would probably be better described as 'bouncing'), Sycamore places his hands on Lysandre's shoulders.]
I think it will be an interesting experiment, regardless! You know what I'm hypothesizing? That having me around will make it easier for you! You might find you're a lot calmer. At least I can stop any ill-advised posting to the network, no?
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[...It isn't much of an accomplishment, but he can admittedly see why people do it.]
I haven't asked Pyroar to fight me either, thankfully enough.
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I'm pleased to hear it! Poor Pyroar would be dreadfully confused. To be fair, there's something a bit sexy about you getting so raw and physical, no? Although I prefer when it's with me.
[Have a wink, you.]
Either way, we will get through it together! I'm just glad to be here with you.
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