Sooo I don’t have a WiiU, nor do I know how it works (my ‘newest’ game console is a gameboy advance SP) so I’m gonna switch it up only SLIGHTLY because I’m totally Delphine here - if I have free time I’m playing Pokemon on my computer with a simulator…
Cosima, who had been deeply involved in a journal article, nearly jumped out of her skin at Delphine’s outburst. She quickly got to her feet and hurried into the living room.
"Baby is everything o…." She stopped mid sentence and rolled her eyes with affectionate exasperation. Delphine was sitting cross-legged on the couch, leaning forward over her Nintendo DS with her tongue between her teeth as she concentrated on her game.
"He won’t fucking die!" The blonde’s thumb jabbed the ‘A’ button furiously before she let out a frustrated huff. "Not another Max Potion! You stupid fucking…"
Cosima had to clap her hand over her mouth to contain her giggling. If there was one thing you needed to know about Delphine Cormier, it was that she was utterly and completely obsessed with Pokemon. She had purchased several game consoles solely to play the various Pokemon games, including her most recent purchase of the Nintendo 3DS. She didn’t have any games other than Pokemon, which amused Cosima to no end. Her girlfriend was such a dork.
She quietly backed out of the room, leaving Delphine to her frustrations.
Later that night, Cosima was still reading her journal article and Delphine was still playing her game, but they had migrated to the bed. Cosima was interrupted about every 2 minutes by a frustrated sigh from Delphine. After about the 20th one, she set down her article and turned towards her girlfriend.
"Why the long face, babe?"
Delphine huffed as she looked up from the screen. “I cannot find a shiny.” Apparently, this was a tragedy. “I haven’t even found one. It is utterly ridiculous! I should have found at least 5 by now. But non, not even one measly little shiny. I’ve bred at least 50 different combinations and searched all of the wild areas but NOTHING.” She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. “I do not understand!”
Cosima ran her fingers through the thick waves of her lover’s hair and leaned over to peck her cheek. “You’ll find one babe, I know it.”
Delphine pouted at her. “This is so frustrating.”
Cosima grinned. “Well, I might have something that could cheer you up. I mean, I was saving it for your birthday, buuuut….”
She pecked Delphine’s cheek again and slipped out of the bed, dropping to the floor beside it. Delphine watched with interest; Cosima hated putting things under the bed, but she supposed that because Delphine knew of her aversion to it, it was really the perfect place to hide things. The clone felt around under the bed for a few seconds, before grabbing the object she was looking for and tugging in towards her. Standing up again, she tossed it onto the bed.
"Happy early birthday, baby."
Delphine’s eyes widened comically. “Is…is that…”
"Yep. Pokemon sheets. I think it’s got all of ‘em on it." Cosima noticed tears in Delphine’s eyes and started panicking. "If not I can totally take it ba…"
She was cut off by a shrill squeal before being tackled by an overly ecstatic French immunologist.
"Thank you so much! I love them! They are so cute and amazing and I love you so much, Cosima!"
The next half an hour was spent trying to calm Delphine down, and convincing her that the sheets had to be washed before they were put on the bed. The few hours after that didn’t really require much talking, but Cosima was suddenly very motivated to learn everything she could about Pokemon.
Summary: An complete AU story placed in the ancient Egypt. Most clones are featured and even if it’s a Cophine story, there’s much more going on. Cosima has a family to feed and Delphine a secret to keep. With so many forces around them which they simply have no control over, does those two even have a chance? Slave Cosima, princess Delphine.
"Cosima I’m not sure that’s a good idea. There’re guards-the royal guards for the sake of Isis! You’re going to get yourself killed."
"So what? You expect me to sit here and wait, let you three starve while they literally sit on the food and store it in bunkers for the gods? Fresh, healthy food Sarah! It just rots in those temples and only serves to satisfy the hunger of those fat priests. The same priests who tell us every day that we should be thankful to serve the great pharaoh by building that pyramid. I bet if we took away their fruit, corn, wine and meat and let them work eighteen hours for a little sip of water, they’d finally shut up." The young woman replied. Her hands balled to fists when she just thought about this morning.
One of the old priests in his white robe came to examine the pyramid work, holding a chicken wing in his hand. He ate it in front of hundreds of underweight, hungry, hard-working men and women. He just stood there, watching them, when they had to put stones on the right places but always had one eye on the mans right hand where the chicken wing was slowly getting less and less. If it weren’t for all the guards Cosima was sure that there wouldn’t be much left of that priest. It wasn’t just the chicken; it was the fact that he had so much disrespect for them to hold it under their noses. Most of them probably wouldn’t even touch the meat, just smack this arrogant grin out of his face, nothing more, maybe even continued their work after and Cosima wouldn’t stop them for sure. She didn’t believe in violence and never acted on it herself, but she understood the need of others to do so. Sometimes she wanted to punch things too but it never worked, not for her. The last time she tried to hit someone her fist slammed against a heavy stone wall and all of her anger shifted instantly into shame when she felt the burning pain in her hand. Violence wasn’t something she used because it always ended badly for her but she knew that someday soon, she might need to overcome her internal dislike for it. Especially if things got down any further.
It just wasn’t fair, but she stopped believing in fairness years ago. It also wasn’t fair of her to scream at Sarah like this, she could see the young girl shaking a little, not used from such an outburst from her big sister. The last days had been hard on them and slowly Cosima lost her will to stay calm, she needed to act, she needed to do something. If she just sat here and waited, nothing would change. Her sisters were dying-all three of them-and Cosima wasn’t willing to accept that without a fight. Maybe they weren’t related by blood, but that didn’t make them any less her family and her family was something she would protect at all cost.
Her sisters were there for her for as long as Cosima could remember. They’d met in the small orphanage in Alexandria, and they had protected each other ever since. As far as Cosima was concerned, that’s what made them a family; not the same parents or crazy bunch of relatives. Hell, they probably were more of a family than the most blood related.
Since the pharaoh shut down the orphanage to have more space for the travelers, they had to move into the ghetto of Alexandria, Egypt’s biggest city and home of the royal family. Residence of the great pharaoh; chosen by the gods themselves, blessed by the power of Ra and the biggest idiot alive.
If she just thought about the way he treated his subordinates, her blood began to boil. She’s never witnessed an emperor who treated the poor and sick like insects, not worth to kiss the earth he walked upon. Not that she knew any other emperor, but nobody could be worse than him. He let his own people, citizens and slaves alike, starve and demanded them to work on that stupid pyramid so it would be finished whenever he died. Cosima couldn’t wait for that day to come. She hoped it would be sooner rather than later.
Today we are launching a campaign HeForShe. I am reaching out to you because we need your help. We must try to mobilize as many men and boys as possible to be advocates for change. We don’t just want to talk about it. We want to try and make sure it’s tangible.
I was appointed…
i accidentally told my friend the sweetest pick up line ever. i started talking about solipsism (the belief that everything around you was created by your mind) and i went “If everything around me is all my imagination, then you’re the best thing I’ve come up with” she was speechless for a solid five minutes.
Évelyne’s tweets are as ambiguous as Delphine’s morals