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Pokémon Deadheading (drabble)

Drabble
  • surskitty

    Bug Catcher
    Pronouns
    They
    "The flower it’s holding can no longer be found blooming anywhere. It’s also thought to contain terrifying power." Eternal Floette, Ultra Sun.

    Content note: kind of dark.

    Florges grow flowers, but they also weed them.

    When she chose it, her flower was special only in being hers; her human was, as well. No one picks her flower anymore. When it goes to seed, she burns them before they sprout.

    If it were up to her, she'd simply be Floette, special only in the way every garden is special. Every being still living she passes knows who she is, now.

    The soil will heal in time, but the trees remember. She can't bring back the dead.

    But she can weed what's hers, and he'll never get it back.

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    Floette was on her own for 3000 years. I'd like to think she had her own stages of grief, and maybe made a mistake she can't take back.
     
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