i. ii. iii. iv. v.

even ice can cause a ʙᴜʀɴ !

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espritvalse:
"Fantina and Glacia should become best friends. Just saying))"

      Mature ladies gotta stick together.

augeyre:
""... Hello.""

           —-…A raise of her brow, and not in her usual fashion of curiosity. No, not
              because this man was necessarily her type—at least, she didn’t get that
              feeling. Such a hesitant ‘hello’ wasn’t the most charming statement right
              out the gate.
                                         Instead, something else about him held her attention,
                                                restrained her fury—-he seemed oddly familiar.
                                                 It couldn’t be his face, this triggered no memories;
                                                 perhaps it was the shape of his shoulders, even
                                                 a smell. But anyone worth remembering would
                                                 possess such qualities. This could be a fluke.  

                              Glacia spoke, her usual harsh and unforgiving tone
                              replaced with something far more civil, underlined
                              with a hint of intrigue. 

               “Hello there.

                          …Do I know you, by any chance? I’ve
                              got the strangest gut feeling that my
                              answer should be yes,
                                    but I’m not completely sure we’ve met.”  

                                                                          What was it she was recalling…?
                                                                                 Visits in the winter, those deep,
                                                                                           miserable snow banks.  
                                                                                             Porridge from home.
                                                                         No, not just Icirrus—home home.  
                                                            The things one couldn’t find usually in Unova,
                                                           but the only kitchen in which it could be cooked.

                       Passing through that town, that quiet, 
                       ever-changing city just to visit family.
                                        …Perhaps this was where.

Anonymous:
"Do you consider yourself to be graceful and elegant?"

           ”…Consider myself such things? I don’t think those’d be the first two
            adjectives I associate with who I am, no. Though I have been told as
            much before, they seem to be a judgement passed upon me on a far
            more superficial level, just the observations of a first encounter.

                                  Let me ask you this: do you believe ice is graceful and elegant?
                                  Surely, you’ve seen an ice sculpture before, perhaps at a wedding;
                                  an impressive, fleeting, temporary Swanna carved beautifully into
                                  crystal-clear ice. But that ice sculpture is a lie, a fabrication.

      It’s been treated. Manipulated by the artist to that state of transparency.
      In truth, natural ice is almost opaque, never akin to glass, of all things.
      If you want to see the true nature of ice, I’d urge you to visit somewhere
      far to the north, perhaps the island my ancestors inhabited. It’s damn
      cold there, so I wouldn’t blame you if you’d pass on a visit. I would, too.”

                          “—-But I’ll give you the short story, what you’d realize if you
                              stood atop an ancient glacier: graceful and elegant as it may
                              seem from afar, true ice is never these things up close. It’s
                              ferocious. Deadly, unforgiving, and cruel. It wishes nothing
                              but to conquer every challenger in its path:

                                                 the earth beneath its front, the sky above, the puny
                                                 human being who dares traverse its fields. It wants
                                                 to force you to submit to its will. And ice knows
                                                 it’s capable of doing such a thing, with great patience
                                                 and slow undermining of your every strength. If you
                                                 underestimate the power and lethality of ice for even
                                                 a moment, that’s when it gets you,
                                                                           when it takes you down.”

            “So…No.

                       I don’t consider myself graceful and elegant.
                       What I consider myself is ‘not to be fucked with’.  
                       And I sincerely hope you’ll take that to heart.”

obscuralune:
"tfw no drake though ;__;"

               “We’ve probably lost him to dementia.

                                   I’ll bet he’s out in Petalburg Woods right now, as we speak,
                                   wearing nothing but his goddamn boots and his coat—–
                                   meaning he forgot his pants and hat. And he’s blaming trees
                                   for his fucking arthritis and asking shrubs which tree he tied
                                   his Salamence to on Wednesday, as if it should still be at that
                                   tree waiting there for him. Not even his Flygon can help that
                                   crotchety old moron now. Not. Even. Flygon.”

       It’s important to note that Drake is only 3 years
       older than Glacia. She often over-exaggerates
       his age.

hoennadventurer-deactivated2014:
"//Reason she didn't (I'm guessing at least) with Brendan is b/c he's an annOYING LITTLE DORK seriously who'd even like this idiot XD"

_also 

• _{too young.}
• _{not dashing.}

engulfingflames:
"Flannery pointed at the Elite Four member. "You're as cold as ice! Cold as ice, I knoow!""

             _{“…What are you even talking about,
                               young lady—? I hate the cold.”}

            _{Ironically, she’d moved to Hoenn from much colder
            parts of the world, and was probably still the most
            heavily dressed woman around.}

                                                     _{…Were Glacia to have her way, there
                                                        wouldn’t be air conditioning in Ever
                                                        Grande.}

Anonymous:
"Aren't you a bit too old for pokemon battles?"

                              _{“—How about this:}

                                                     _{Challenge me.
                                               Then you can draw your
                                               own damn conclusion.”}

Anonymous:
"Well you're not a woman then you're a senior citizen "

               _{“…I’m not senile enough to parade around Ever Grande
                      boasting of my youth. For a real senior, you should
                      speak to my elder colleague—-and last I checked,
                                  retirement age is 65. I’ve still got quite a while.”}

Anonymous:
"Are you 50?"

                   _{“…Forty-nine, actually. Didn’t your mother
                    ever tell you it’s rude to guess a woman’s
                    age—?”}

                                                 _{—–Not that she usually cared.
                                                 Glacia had been mistaken for
                                                 thirty-nine often enough to
                                                           balance out this… outlier.}

theghostlyqueen-deactivated2014:
""Glacia!!!" Phoebe said before glomping her"

        _{"—Phoebe, darling. How’s everything
                                at the front of the house…?“}