Post by Seraph Benoit on Mar 22, 2018 23:03:53 GMT -8
It had been a long day, but a productive one. Seraph and his fellow Ranger had managed to get an entire family of stray Slakoth and evos relocated to one of the places where the species had been settling in up the mountain just past the ruin slums. The plethora of Slakoth had to be moved patiently and carefully, while one Slaking was almost immovable and the other kept threatening to get hostile, and the handful of Vigoroth had been a handful to keep reigned in.
But at last, they were with the rest of their kind in a place that had enough food, plenty of peace and quiet for the slow ones, and plenty of space to run in for the active ones, where there were no other species whose lifestyles they'd naturally clash with to the same degree as the few they'd been disturbing further down the mountain.
Seraph flopped on his couch, debating what to do. Scrolling through his phone, he smiled as he reached his twin's number and dialed. Ah, it went to voice mail, ah well. "Hey Tommy~ It's Seraph. Not sure when you'll get this but maybe if you're free tonight or my day off tomorrow we could hang out~? Call me when you can!" Click.
He'd wind up texting with Shaun for a bit after, and sending Dasha a few interesting fashion articles that came up on his dashboard and exchanging a bit of commentary on them. He passed out pretty early, and it would be the following afternoon before he even remembered he'd called Thomas. Ah, he must've been busy. Interpol tended to do that, eheh.
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Two days later
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Seraph tossed and turned a bit in bed. Paranoia was really something, and he tried to quiet it by making fun of himself. Like, really. What did he think? That a 19-year-old Thomas was as impulsive and damaged as a 10-year-old version? ...Well, no, but that didn't mean there couldn't be other reasons... Augh, okay fine he could text he guessed.
-- Heya. Sorry to bug you, just haven't heard from you in a few days. Is anything wrong or just been busy? --
And send. There. Now just... go to sleep, it was super reasonable for him not to see the text immediately, but hopefully there'd be a reply when he woke up.
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The next morning
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There was not a reply when he woke up, and Seraph was antsy but patient until the following night. At last, he broke down and texted again.
-- Hey... Sorry again, just paranoid. Did I do something wrong? If you're upset with me about anything just tell me.--
Had he been overbearing? Smothered him? Insulted him without realizing it? Had he been too affectionate and made Thomas feel awkward, or was the attention Seraph had been getting from both parents making Tommy feel bad about himself, or...
--Like even if it's not something I can fix and you just need some space, just... let me know if something like that's what's up, ok? Sorry I just wanna make sure you're safe. --
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Two days later
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Work kept him entirely preoccupied for almost 14 straight hours yesterday, and he'd crashed immediately, but upon finally waking he checked to find he still didn't have a text back. A few calls, and the family didn't seem to know where he was. Dasha hadn't seen him at work?? Maybe?? he just...???
Voice mail again... "Hey!!" He laughed nervously, hoping it didn't betray the verge of sob just below it. "Sorry again for blowing up your phone but like?? Literally as soon as you're able please call me, k? I'm hoping you're like, on some deep undercover mission for work or something but I just... Really need to hear that you didn't run off again, all right? Like?" Another nervous laugh, probably a bit more broken than the last. "I know you're like.. so much better off than kid-Thomas, right? Like you're on good terms with most of the family and you've got friends and a badass job and tons of Pokemon who love you and-- I know you've been upset about not seeing that girlfriend much but she's still around right? Er-- i-if not I'm sorry I just meant... You've got a lot going for you! Y-you know not that you don't know this! I'm just. Thinking out loud I guess, haha. You've got so much going for you and-- so many people who would miss you if you left again, right? S-so like I'm sure you wouldn't, I just--"
The message beep sounded again, cutting him off. ... Really need to hear it he finished in his head.
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Five days later
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"What the fuck Thomas!?" Seraph barked as it went to voicemail again. "Where the fuck are you!? I swear to Arceus I almost don't even care at this point. You knew-- You know how much it ruined my life when you left last time! You know it's taken half our lives for me to finally start recovering! How the fuck could you just run off like this and not warn anyone!? Even if it was for work or you just need to be alone for a bit like, fucking shit, asshole. Tell someone 'hey, I'm gonna be awol for a week or two'. You don't have to tell us where you're going or what you're doing, just let us know not to think the worst, mother FUCK." He let out a frustrated grunt-scream, then hung up.
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Three hours later
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Seraph was in tears, struggling not to hyperventilate. "H-hey," he sobbed into the phone. "I'm... sorry for yelling. I'm sorry I... I love you. I'm worried. I don't... I don't care where you went, I just..." His voice was cracking hard. "I need to know you're safe. I... I need to know you're--...." He couldn't bring himself to say 'alive', and struggled to get his breathing under control for a few seconds instead. "Please... please call me. Call anyone... Just.... Please....."
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Two days later
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In a quiet park in the outskirts of Faraday, Seraph lay face down in the grass. The feel of it irritated his face, but at least he was feeling something.
But at last, they were with the rest of their kind in a place that had enough food, plenty of peace and quiet for the slow ones, and plenty of space to run in for the active ones, where there were no other species whose lifestyles they'd naturally clash with to the same degree as the few they'd been disturbing further down the mountain.
Seraph flopped on his couch, debating what to do. Scrolling through his phone, he smiled as he reached his twin's number and dialed. Ah, it went to voice mail, ah well. "Hey Tommy~ It's Seraph. Not sure when you'll get this but maybe if you're free tonight or my day off tomorrow we could hang out~? Call me when you can!" Click.
He'd wind up texting with Shaun for a bit after, and sending Dasha a few interesting fashion articles that came up on his dashboard and exchanging a bit of commentary on them. He passed out pretty early, and it would be the following afternoon before he even remembered he'd called Thomas. Ah, he must've been busy. Interpol tended to do that, eheh.
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Two days later
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Seraph tossed and turned a bit in bed. Paranoia was really something, and he tried to quiet it by making fun of himself. Like, really. What did he think? That a 19-year-old Thomas was as impulsive and damaged as a 10-year-old version? ...Well, no, but that didn't mean there couldn't be other reasons... Augh, okay fine he could text he guessed.
-- Heya. Sorry to bug you, just haven't heard from you in a few days. Is anything wrong or just been busy? --
And send. There. Now just... go to sleep, it was super reasonable for him not to see the text immediately, but hopefully there'd be a reply when he woke up.
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The next morning
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There was not a reply when he woke up, and Seraph was antsy but patient until the following night. At last, he broke down and texted again.
-- Hey... Sorry again, just paranoid. Did I do something wrong? If you're upset with me about anything just tell me.--
Had he been overbearing? Smothered him? Insulted him without realizing it? Had he been too affectionate and made Thomas feel awkward, or was the attention Seraph had been getting from both parents making Tommy feel bad about himself, or...
--Like even if it's not something I can fix and you just need some space, just... let me know if something like that's what's up, ok? Sorry I just wanna make sure you're safe. --
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Two days later
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Work kept him entirely preoccupied for almost 14 straight hours yesterday, and he'd crashed immediately, but upon finally waking he checked to find he still didn't have a text back. A few calls, and the family didn't seem to know where he was. Dasha hadn't seen him at work?? Maybe?? he just...???
Voice mail again... "Hey!!" He laughed nervously, hoping it didn't betray the verge of sob just below it. "Sorry again for blowing up your phone but like?? Literally as soon as you're able please call me, k? I'm hoping you're like, on some deep undercover mission for work or something but I just... Really need to hear that you didn't run off again, all right? Like?" Another nervous laugh, probably a bit more broken than the last. "I know you're like.. so much better off than kid-Thomas, right? Like you're on good terms with most of the family and you've got friends and a badass job and tons of Pokemon who love you and-- I know you've been upset about not seeing that girlfriend much but she's still around right? Er-- i-if not I'm sorry I just meant... You've got a lot going for you! Y-you know not that you don't know this! I'm just. Thinking out loud I guess, haha. You've got so much going for you and-- so many people who would miss you if you left again, right? S-so like I'm sure you wouldn't, I just--"
The message beep sounded again, cutting him off. ... Really need to hear it he finished in his head.
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Five days later
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"What the fuck Thomas!?" Seraph barked as it went to voicemail again. "Where the fuck are you!? I swear to Arceus I almost don't even care at this point. You knew-- You know how much it ruined my life when you left last time! You know it's taken half our lives for me to finally start recovering! How the fuck could you just run off like this and not warn anyone!? Even if it was for work or you just need to be alone for a bit like, fucking shit, asshole. Tell someone 'hey, I'm gonna be awol for a week or two'. You don't have to tell us where you're going or what you're doing, just let us know not to think the worst, mother FUCK." He let out a frustrated grunt-scream, then hung up.
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Three hours later
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Seraph was in tears, struggling not to hyperventilate. "H-hey," he sobbed into the phone. "I'm... sorry for yelling. I'm sorry I... I love you. I'm worried. I don't... I don't care where you went, I just..." His voice was cracking hard. "I need to know you're safe. I... I need to know you're--...." He couldn't bring himself to say 'alive', and struggled to get his breathing under control for a few seconds instead. "Please... please call me. Call anyone... Just.... Please....."
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Two days later
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In a quiet park in the outskirts of Faraday, Seraph lay face down in the grass. The feel of it irritated his face, but at least he was feeling something.