"It hurts, it hurts! Please make it stop!"
[[This post is unreasonably long because I was bored. Get ready for a wall of Ibiza/Lancelot fluff. Mwahaha.]][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]SKY PILLAR|LATE MORNING
Ibiza whipped his head from side to side, hoping to catch a glimpse of any movement in the shadows, but his search yielded nothing. He began ambling aimlessly, caterwauling in an attempt to frighten the perpetrator. His heart sunk, if only a little, at the thought of losing the sweet dinosaur to the claws of a murderer. She was blind to the darkness of the world. She didn't deserve this. But his heart was walled up, and he refused to get emotionally invested in any of the Pokemon for fear of rejection, death, or worse. He supposed that was why Lancelot vexed him so. Such a cold heart, feeling such a warm sensation; ice melts from the pressure of heat, and he worried that Lancelot would be his undoing.
But fuck, he had to find him. He had to protect him. He, admittedly, was craving his affection, his wise words, his intelligence; a drug that pumped adrenaline through his very conciousness. Somehow, the pesky canine became a ray of sunlight filtering through the blackness. Somehow, he had wormed his way back into Ibizas' mind, the nostalgic bliss of happier days making him giddy and hazy, so much so that he had to put up an even ruder front around the other canine."Help! The monster is here, it's with me! I'm too pretty to die like this!"
Initially, under fears spell, Lancelot believed that he had actually shouted the words and not realized it. The sound of his own voice jarred him so greatly that all he could do in rebuttal was let out an urgent whine of confusion.
The sharp cry caught Ibizas attention, and he perked up his slumped ears to offer more detection. "Lancelot! Where are you?"
His typically delicate steps were now pounding on the stone floor as he blindly sprinted through the black, his ears flapping behind him in frantic desperation. God, why was he quiet for so long? Why wasn't he responding? "Listen here, fuckface. Tell me where the hell you are!""Ibiza! I-I swear that wasn't me! I didn't say a bloody word!"
Ibiza narrowed his eyes, decting that the voice was coming from his left; the direction that he veered towards once he heard the outcry. With a valiant lunge, Ibizas feet came to the ground for mere milliseconds before he was up again, bolting so fast he would have been a blue blur in the light. "Ibiza! Are you--"
The Glaceons' eyes widened in a panic when it dawned on him that the voice was much too close; he was unable to have time to skid to a stop before barreling into the startled canine, bowling both of them over into a panting, heaving mess. Lancelots bones ached as he wearily opened his clenched eyes, unable to recognize that it was his friend due to the darkness. He could only feel the hot breath of someone against his cheek. "P--please, Oh Arceus, if you're the murderer, if you have any sense of mercy left in you, kill me instead of the sweet girl you were harming. And kill me instead of Ibiza. Please."
This hindered Ibiza catching his breath even more, shock causing him to quake. "After all I've done to you,"
he inhaled deeply before continuing, "you would...give up your own life...for me?""Ibiza,"
Lancelot sighed in relief. "Oh, it's merely you. I'm so grateful to Arceus above, I believe. I'm not so certain. In that short time, I had become accustomed to the thought of dying.""Worry not, we might still,"
wheezed Ibiza, climbing to his feet and ushering Lancelot to his. There was a silence between the pair, save for the pants of exhaustion. "I'm thankful that, if I am to go, it is with a friend. No matter what, that is what you'll always be."
Ibiza hung his head, an icy feeling of guilt creeping along his skin, making him to want to seep into the floor. "I know I have the tendency to monolgue, but, if these are to be my final moments, if the monster is lurking around, hungrily waiting for me, I want you to know something."
Ibiza opened his mouth to retort, to say that their top priority was to search for Acht, but it may have been a lost cause at this point. She had been quiet for far too long. No, if they were to die, Ibiza would want to sit and have a conversation as if it wasn't their last minutes. "When we were children, you gave me hope. Even after you left to tour, and you had all but faded from my regions memory, I still looked at the old band posters and drew strength from you, even when you weren't there. When my owner died, when my best friend was slaughtered at the paws of my father, when I witnessed fellow survivors torn limb from limb by a monstrous Alakazam, I thought of you, and you gave me solace. Knowing that you could be out there somewhere in this dark and dreary world, shining bright as the day I met you, that thought brought me peace. And though you've lost a bit of your shine, y--you're still the brightest thing in this world to me. I still look at you and see the smiling face of a friend, playing tag and chasing one anothers tails."
Lancelot attempted to shake out the embarrassment from his pelt, but it held tight. He held his head in shame, tapping his paws in anxiety as Ibiza remained stonefaced and silent.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Ibiza finally spoke admist the chaos and sense of impending doom in the cooridor, "You know, Lancelot."
The Furfrou perked up his ears at his name. "After all that I've been through, I swore off the finer things in life. Hope...love...it is all a false luxury. It can be ripped away at the slightest moment, as proven here. Why would you still think of me? I'll admit, you hardly crossed my mind at all. I pushed you away, and everyone else, because my worst fear is rejection. I am but a coward, and I deserve to be ripped to shreds by a monster. And not even the Universe would shed a single tear for me."
Lancelot nosed his way through the shadows until he found Ibizas side, twining his tail with his. "Stay with me. Draw peace in the face that I'll never leave you. I can show you that you deserve much more than this. You're still down there. That band of yours created quite a buildup of stress, didn't it?"
Ibiza felt himself breaking; he never imagined his eyes would well up with tears, but here they were. Lancelot nudged his cheek. "Let's go. Let's find a way out of here. I'm sure Ari has already done a number on whatever is attacking us. I don't know how to fight very well, but I'm talented with my Protect. I'll shield, you attack in the event of a brawl. Is that a bargain?"
Lancelot exhaled windily, his lips forming an "O" as he tried to calm his quaking paws. "I suppose so. And Lancelot?""Mhm?""You're a fucking idiot,"
grinned Ibiza, shouldering the Furfrou with a playful vibe. "I'm well aware,"
chuckled Lancelot. Before they began their hunt through the dark, Lancelot gave a brief warning to whoever was listening...or left. "Everyone! We are being attacked by a supernatural being of sorts! For I was not the one who screamed!""Ahh, but they were right about one thing,"
thought Ibiza, a charismatic grin plastered on his face. "You are far too pretty to die."