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Rose Prichard was alarmed, to say the least, when she found herself looking to Poe for comfort. In the bustling Boston train station, swarming people in varying states of anxiety and disarray, Rose’s feelings towards Poe were the least of her worries. That was a first.

It was not as though she had never pictured herself in love — rather she had never pictured herself loved by someone. Rose had always been a hopeless romantic. Emphasis on hopeless, assuming that every relationship she entered would meet an inevitable, untimely end. But Poe had proved her wrong at every turn by consistently caring for and reassuring her. 

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Rose Prichard was alarmed, to say the least, when she found herself looking to Poe for comfort. In the bustling Boston train station, swarming people in varying states of anxiety and disarray, Rose’s feelings towards Poe were the least of her worries. That was a first.

It was not as though she had never pictured herself in love — rather she had never pictured herself loved by someone. Rose had always been a hopeless romantic. Emphasis on hopeless, assuming that every relationship she entered would meet an inevitable, untimely end. But Poe had proved her wrong at every turn by consistently caring for and reassuring her. 

Restaurants and shops outside of the Boston station were shuttered, some of them with doors and windows boarded. Several groups of people in clothes ill-suited for winter weather huddled together for warmth. The human chaos outside of the building had struck Rose just as deeply as their brushes with the undead. Before being allowed to enter the station, they were checked over like ripe peaches by a guard who looked for bites and cuts, signs that one of their party might be turned. They all shed their coats and allowed the search, but others dissented, shouting at the guards and causing trouble. Rose tried her best to remain focused on the goal: get inside the station, get to LA, see her brother again. Get out of danger.

The ease with which Poe sensed Rose’s anxiety and took her hand surprised and further reassured her. He took her coat from her and draped it over his arm before pulling her along through the doors. They were safe and healthy, allowed to pass. 

“You alright?” Poe’s voice only vaguely registered over the din of the crowded train station.

Rose straightened, tightening her grip on his hand, and forced herself to respond. “I’m fine.” Inside, she was panicked. To be surrounded by this many people when any one of them could turn at any moment was terrifying. Her anxiety was only compounded by her general discomfort in crowded spaces. She’d never enjoyed places with large crowds, zombie apocalypse notwithstanding. 

Poe looked at her with worried eyes, filling her with guilt and frustration at evidently not being able to hide her fear. “You’re not,” he said. They had stopped walking, gathering in a small circle. Now everyone was privy to her apparent panic.

Rose did her best to appear calm, pulling back her shoulders and taking in a deep breath. The deep breaths did their job to improve how she felt but only made her panicked state more obvious.

Aunt Lynn gave her a knowing look, then, “I think there’s a restroom just down there.” She pointed across the walkway. “I’ll be right back?”

“Are you sure? Let me come with you.” Poe moved to follow her, but she stopped him with a held-out hand.

“I can handle it.” She laughed, shaking her head as she walked away.

“What’s the plan?” Tess asked. She had also seemed to register Rose’s anxiety, but her strategy with big emotions was to distract and deflect. A strategy that Rose could appreciate at the moment. “I’ve only got…” She turned out her jean pockets, producing a crumpled bill and a cigarette lighter. “One dollar to my name.”

Poe laughed and snatched the bill from Tess’s hands. “Let’s see if this can buy four tickets to LA.”

“Five tickets,” Howie corrected.

“Tess isn’t coming,” Poe joked.

“But it’s my dollar!” Tess giggled and swooped behind Poe, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. She opened it up with a dramatic flair, flashing Poe’s small collection of black and silver bank cards. “Never mind,” she said. “You can keep the dollar.”

“Tess!” A twinge of genuine exasperation rose in Poe’s voice. “Come on.”

She made a show of searching through the wallet, opening the middle pocket wide. “Oh my god.” She laughed. “This condom looks like it’s from 1996.” She gave Rose a meaningful look.

“Maybe it’s vintage.” Rose chuckled, Tess’s distraction was working. Watching Poe blush always lifted her spirits. “Very on brand.”

Poe almost whined, “Please give me my wallet back.”

Tess paused, suddenly serious, looking at a photo in the wallet. Rose could just see the edge of the photo, a man’s arm wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt. “Who is this guy with your Aunt Lynn?”

“I’m not really sure,” Poe said, hand still outstretched, expecting his wallet. “It’s an old picture.”

Howie peered at the photo over Tess’s shoulder. “We should ask her.”

Poe shook his head. “You think I haven’t? Please, Tess.” It was clear from his voice that Poe was uncomfortable, but Tess was pushy with boundaries.

Rose reached for the wallet herself. “That’s enough, Tess.” Tess allowed Rose to take the wallet from her easily. Being a generally cheery person, it was all the more jarring when Rose was serious. She used that to her advantage, frowning at Tess as she handed Poe’s wallet back to him.

“I’m sorry,” Tess said, getting Rose’s message. “Can I have my dollar back?”

“Will you be less annoying for the rest of the trip?” Poe asked, handing her the bill.

“Probably not.”

Poe shrugged. “It was worth asking.” As Aunt Lynn returned to the group safe and sound, Poe turned serious once more. “Why don’t I get in line to buy tickets and you all find somewhere to wait?” He looked around at the several long lines of people waiting for tickets, and even more people in the multiple waiting areas near the platforms. “I doubt we’re getting out of here anytime soon.”

The thought of Poe leaving her, even if just for a moment, made Rose’s stomach turn, but when Aunt Lynn beat her at volunteering to go along she stayed silent. It was easy to put on a brave face when it was so clear that Lynn wanted to spend time alone with her nephew. She nodded and released Poe’s hand. “Then Howie, Tess, and I will find somewhere to wait?”

“Sounds good,” Poe said, and Rose wondered if she imagined his voice shaking as he spoke. He pressed a quick kiss to her temple, keeping her from following the thought, and then he was gone, swallowed into a crowd.

The three of them, Howie, Rose, and Tess, pushed into the labyrinthine train station. Tess led the way, weaving between pods of people walking and stalling in the lobby, followed by Rose and then Howie.

They had not moved very far from the front entrance when they came upon a small crowd gathering in front of an abandoned newsstand. Fear shot through Rose, as she immediately thought the worst. “Tess!” She called, seeing her friend push towards the crowd even when she and Howie had paused.

Tess turned back, flashing a big smile. “It’s a girl doing magic tricks!”

Sure enough, in the middle of the crowd, a girl was sitting at a small table shuffling a deck of cards. Tess marched right up to her, pushing through a couple of bystanders to see her up close. Rose and Howie reluctantly followed.

“Your stage security sucks,” Tess said, pressing palms on the card table and leaning toward the woman. “Need a bodyguard?”

Rose looked between Tess and the pretty magician, stifling a laugh as she realized what was going on. Tess was flirting.

The woman — The Amazing Amara, according to the cardboard sign taped to the front of her card table — smiled up at Tess. “I’ll make you a deal,” Amara said. “If you can grab this cup—“ She indicated a styrofoam tip cup full of cash. “—Before I do, you can have everything in it.”

Tess lunged for the cup, taking it easily without a second thought. She gave Amara a cocky grin. “I win.”

“Congratulations.” Amara smirked. “Not much of a prize, though.”

“Oh my god.” Tess turned and showed the inside of the cup to Rose and Howie, it contained only a splash of black coffee where the tips had once been.

Howie beamed, pushing towards the magician’s table. “How did you do that?”

A sinking, uneasy feeling descended over Rose as she watched Howie and Tess praise and question the woman. She’d always found magic tricks uninteresting, and magicians to be annoying. Amara being a pretty young woman hardly changed that. It was not enough of a distraction for her to forget everything and act at ease.

“Looks like your friend doesn’t care for magic,” Amara joked, nodding her head towards Rose.

Tess laughed, dismissing Rose with a wave of her hand. “Ignore Rosie. She’s kind of a space case when her boyfriend isn’t around.”

“I’m sorry?” Rose frowned. “One, he’s not my boyfriend—“

Tess interrupted her, explaining to Amara, “They’re wet blankets, both of them.”

“Both of them?” Amara laughed.

“Rose and…” Tess paused, seeing something behind Rose. She rolled her eyes. “There he is.”

“Hey!” Poe broke from his aunt and jogged towards Rose, catching himself against her shoulder as he rejoined them. “I thought you guys were going to wait close by.” He panted. “I thought I lost you.”

“I’m sorry.” Rose smiled, then hated that Tess was right — she did feel more grounded with Poe holding her. “Any luck with tickets?”

Poe frowned. Oh no. “Bad news: there was only one train that isn’t completely booked.” He raised his eyebrows and gave the group a nervous smile, doing his best to appear confident. “Good news: we’re going to Vegas.”

-

The train boarded almost right away, so there was little time for the group to argue or change plans. They accepted that they were together, even though a major detour. That, and Tess had a complete attitude shift once she found out that Amara was set to board the same train.

They had arranged for two sleeper cars that could be used in turns as well as individual seats. Once Lynn offered to switch with Amara so that she and Tess could chat on the train, saving Rose from wondering if Poe would prefer to sit with her, everyone shuffled to their seats.

“You’re okay with this, right?” Poe asked. “Going to Vegas?”

She couldn’t find it in herself to feel strongly about it. Of course, she would have preferred to go straight to LA and to her brother but that wasn’t an option. Vegas would be okay because it would have to be okay. “Of course,” she said, and she meant it.

Poe said nothing, only sighed and folded his arms. Why he had suddenly frozen the moment that the two of them finally had uninterrupted time to talk was beyond her.

“Is there something wrong?” Rose prodded, finding his hand and pulling it into her lap, forcing his arms to uncross. She added with a laugh, “besides everything?”

Poe shook his head and smiled, but his movements were stiff. He stared out the window into nothing as the train jerked to life and rumbled along the tracks. “I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

He shook his head again, more fluid this time, before looking her in the eyes. “Doesn’t matter.”

Oh, how could she convince him that it did? How could she show him that every last thought of his mattered to her?

This had been the problem with Poe the whole time, with every step towards her, with every tiny opening or layer pulled back, there had been a nearly equal retreat to follow. Rose seemed to make quick work of his walls at first, but she watched him build them back up whenever he found the chance. It was as exhausting as it was rewarding.

“Poe,” she said, unsure where to begin.

“I’m fine,” he breathed, squeezing her hand. “Danger is behind us, isn’t it?”

That wasn’t the point, but it was a start. “Do you think so?”

He stretched, dropping her hand and laying his arm over her shoulders, abruptly taking the other possible escape from earnest conversation: false confidence.

“Poe,” she pleaded. “You’re not talking to me.”

She could tell by his pause that he wanted to argue with her, to hide behind semantics and tell her that ofcourse, he’s talking to her. But he didn’t. He knew he owed her better. “I just don’t know how to vocalize all of the things I’m thinking all the time,” he said, finally. She watched him deflate and then sit back up. He looked less confident but not uncomfortable. It was something. “I’m kind of used to being left to my introspection.”

“I can leave you to your introspection if you like,” she said, “but the problem is that I don’t know if I can trust you to come back out.”

He didn’t argue, he knew she had him pegged. 

“Tell me one thing,” she said.

“That I was thinking about?”

She nodded. “I know there were several.”

Instead of a reply, he pulled her closer into him. She allowed her head to rest on his chest and feel his careful breathing. It wasn’t the forced confidence of before, it was a show of sincerity. The difference was in the way his hand shook, the way his chest rose and fell with unevenly paced breaths. She knew from experience that he had an easier time speaking his mind when he didn’t have to look her in the eyes, she gave him that.

“I’ll tell you two things,” he said after a moment. “Well, one is a question.”

She stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue. Allowing him to lead once he’d gotten to this point was what worked best before. It felt a bit like holding her hand out with food for a stray cat. She called and waved the treat at first and then waited desperately still, holding her breath when the animal was close.

“I was thinking about what we’re going to do in Vegas, this was a big change of plans.”

“That makes sense.”

“And the second thing: I was thinking about how I’d like to take you on a real date someday.”

The mention of a real date ‘someday’ made Rose’s stomach leap, it meant that he saw a future with her. But how far ahead?

“I thought you said there was a question,” Rose teased, doing her best to remain lighthearted despite the fluttering in her chest.

She felt his chest rise and fall with a complete heavy breath before he said, “Someday could be sooner,” he said, a hint of a smile in his voice. “Like today.”

“Still not a question.”

“You’re going to make me spell it out, aren’t you?” He asked. Rose could hear the pout in his voice and couldn’t resist turning to see his adorable frown.

“Yes, absolutely.” She enjoyed seeing Poe flustered, even if she knew it would only be so long before he recovered and returned the favor. The pair were equally bad at flirting, resulting in a sort of push and pull that left at least one of them flustered at all times.

Poe looked away, avoiding her eyes again. He chuckled at the ridiculousness of his embarrassment. Then he found the leverage. “Roseline Ophelia Prichard, would you please go on an official date with me today?” She wanted him to ask her, he’d do it as dramatically as possible.

“Of course I will.” Rose giggled. “Did you really think I’d turn you down?”

“I’m not sure what I thought.”

“Where goes your brilliant way with words around me?” Rose teased. She’d seen the way he had witty comebacks for Tess and Howie always and she’d read his poems in class, so she knew there was something different to the nervous way he presented himself to her. She had an inkling as to the reasoning but, again, wanted to hear him say it.

He chuckled. “Away. It’s much easier to be poetic when you don’t have to say it to someone’s face.”

She’d got it in one. “I make you nervous?”

“And you’re teasing again. Perfect.” Poe rolled his eyes, a weary smile on his face. “You’re a menace, you know that?”

Rose wanted to lean forward and kissed the scrunch between his eyebrows. He was just so cute when he pouted. “You can take it,” she said.

She was never sure where the confidence came from when she flirted like this. She’d never been able to show affection so confidently before, but it had begun to came more naturally with Poe, the push and pull. Maybe it was the confidence that he liked her, or perhaps the desire to see him blush outweighed her pride. Either way, her forwardness was as much a surprise to her as it was to him.

Poe closed his eyes, groaning like he was hit with a fatal wound. “A menace,” he repeated.

With Poe’s eyes still closed, Rose leaned forward and planted a small kiss on his cheek. His brows shot up with exaggerated surprise, but he kept his eyes closed. After a beat, he puckered his lips at her.

“What are you doing?”

He spoke with his lips still puckered as if he were impersonating a fish. “Hoping I get a kiss.”

Rose gave in to her earlier temptation, kissing the wrinkle between his scrunched brows, and giggling at his resulting frown.

“Not what I meant,” he said. “But I’ll take it.”

Rolling her eyes, Rose smoothed her hand over Poe’s cheek. “Keep your eyes closed,” she said.

“I’m not falling for—”

She cut him off with a kiss to his lips, loving the way he softened in her hands and against her lips. For the brief moments when they were intertwined in physical affection, he was unguarded and trusting of her completely. He felt fragile and trusting, like he’d finally let her in.

“We were together, I forget the rest,” he said, voice breathy as he pulled away. He added, “Walt Whitman, in case you were wondering.”

Rose chuckled. “I wasn’t. I was hoping for words from Poe Colestead.”

He hummed. “How about these: let’s go on a date.”

“Better. Sweetest words I’ve ever heard.”

-

The dining car was surprisingly peaceful. Despite the bright fluorescent lighting on the train, the ambiance was not terrible for such a last-minute date location. A server directed them to an intimate little dining table in the back of the car and they ordered from the sparse menu a bottle of wine and two questionable entrées.

“Alright, Ro, if this is a first date, we need to do that First Date Dance.”

Rose let out an incredulous laugh despite herself. “The what?”

“The First Date Dance!” Poe said, like his meaning was obvious. “Where I ask you a bunch of boring, tedious questions about your life and your interests, then you decide whether or not you like me.”

“I already know I like you,” Rose countered.

Poe blushed but continued prattling on. “But I don’t know your favorite color or your parents’ names or what clubs you were in during high school. We haven’t been on a first date yet. No First Date Dance yet.”

“You’ve got this down to a science,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Must go on a lot of first dates.” She leaned forward with a false air of conspiracy. “Should I be jealous, Poe?”

“I don’t go on many second dates, I’ll tell you that.”

“Could it be the First Date Dance that scares them off?”

Poe huffed, “Could be.”

“But you still want to interrogate me?”

“Very much so.”

“Then I’m an open book. Dance away.”

“Favorite color, parents’ names, and a list of your high school activities, please,” he demanded. Rose could see how other people might find his dating style lackluster, but she found his haughty expression and awkward questions strangely endearing.

“Green, Barbara and Walter, and I was on prom committee my Senior year, otherwise I spent time outside of school working as a barista.”

Poe nodded sagely like he was taking all of the information in.

“Do I get to ask you questions?” Rose asked.

“Nope.”

She pouted. “Who says?”

“Me.” He spoke in a commanding tone that Rose found oddly attractive, even if he was using it to deflect. “Do you think you have a lot of general friendships or a small number of close friends?”

Rose narrowed her eyes at him. She thought that he must know her better than that. “Really? I feel like that’s obvious.”

Poe shrugged, betraying nothing.

“I have a few close friends. I’m a twin, I’ve always been very insular.”

“If I’m honest, that surprises me,” he said. “You’re so likable, I don’t know how you keep the masses at bay.”

It was always this, people she liked usually assumed she was outgoing and flirty and sweet with everyone. In reality, she was just very good at putting on a cheerful persona when she wanted to.

“I’m not that likable,” she countered. “I mean, I’m cheery but I don’t really let that many people in.”

Poe frowned, he looked down at his hands picking at the vinyl tablecloth. “Do you let me in?”

“You know what Tess said about me earlier?” She rested her chin in her hands, lowered her voice like she was telling a secret. “She said that I was a total wet blanket when you weren’t around.” She reached for one of his restless hands. “I think you ground me, weirdly enough. I’m better when I’m around you.”

“That sounds like my line.” Poe laughed. “Here I thought we had this ‘opposites attract’ thing going on, now you’re telling me you’re not actually my perfect little sunshine?”

Rose’s face flushed at Poe calling her his anything. She had to barrel into her next sentence to keep from floundering at the casual affection. “I’m just as broody and complain-y as you are,” she said. “I just do a better job of hiding it.”

“Complain-y?” He laughed.

“Yes, I love to complain!” She knew he was trying to poke at her choice of words, but she breezed past it. “For example, I do not like Tess as much as I think you think I do.”

Poe’s eyes shot open in exaggerated surprise. “Really? Now, this I have to hear.”

“All the complaints you have about her are incredibly valid, I think she’s too loud and too flippant and I don’t think she likes me very much either.”

“Everyone likes you,” Poe argued. “It’s your whole thing.”

Rose laughed, tipping her wine glass toward him with a flourish. “You’d think, but she thinks I’m way too serious.”

“You’re not.”

“And not very fun.”

“You’re incredibly fun.”

“You’re biased.” She took a sip of the sweet wine in a poor attempt at hiding her blush. She wondered how long it would take before Poe really began trying to fluster her, wondered if he’d ever realize just how easy it is for him. “Are you done First Date Dancing?” She asked.

“Not even a little bit.” Poe chuckled, clearly enjoying his interrogation. “Creamy or crunchy peanut butter?”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Come on, that doesn’t matter.”

“Answer the question.”

“Creamy.”

Poe grinned. “Correct.”

“That’s subjective!”

“What’s the best Girl Scout cookie?”

That was something Rose could use, to stray from this awkward questioning. She brightened, said, “I was a Girl Scout, you know.”

“I didn’t know that.”

Got him. She took another sip of wine and relaxed in her seat, much preferring to relax into a natural conversation. “I was a Scout until my first year of High School, I got my Bronze award for a volunteer clean-up project. My twin brother was also a Girl Scout.” She giggled at the memory. “They let him join my troop when we were younger because he felt left out.”

Poe regarded her with narrowed eyes. “That’s very cute but not an answer to my question.”

“Have you ever considered that I — or any other poor person you’ve been on a date with — might want to talk to you?” Rose reached for his hand again across the table, hopefully soothing him from the blow of her word choice. She hadn’t meant to imply that anyone might have not wanted to be on a date with him. “Like I said, I already like you. I want to spend time with you, not be asked a bunch of trivial questions that you don’t really care to know the answers to.”

He frowned, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it and frowned again. He sighed. “Where goes my brilliant way with words around you, Rose?”

“Away, because you think I’m cute,” she teased, though the recollection of their previous conversation made her blush. 

He nodded in agreement. “Away, because I think you’re cute.” He turned his palm towards hers and laced their fingers together. “I don’t know how to do that,” he admitted. “Just talk.”

“You do it plenty.”

Poe chuckled. “I mean, when the stakes are so high. When I feel like I have to live up to your expectation of me.”

She could understand that perfectly. Rose was avoidant herself and often preferred creating a false version of herself to live up to rather than letting her guard down. It was rare, so rare, that she found someone like Poe that made her want to be honest. Someone that she trusted not to lose interest once she turned out to be a fully fleshed-out human with complicated emotions and thoughts. It was at once terrifying and exciting to let her guard down, but she needed Poe to do the same if it was going to work.

“The stakes aren’t high,” she said, finally. “You aren’t going to lose me if there’s a lull in conversation.” She squeezed his hand. “Promise.”

Poe smiled — a rare wide, unburdened smile. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said.

“Also, Samoas are the best Girl Scout Cookie,” Rose said. Stepping in and out of the First Date Dance was a dance in itself. She’d never been a dancer, but she thought she could manage quite well with a partner that knew he was allowed to fumble the steps. Like any other dance, opening up took practice.

-

hiii it’s been a minute, so sorry! i was really looking forward to this chapter but gd i’m glad it’s finally done. we’re? halfway through i think!! going to take a break possibly and post a few one shots now :) thank you all for reading, everyone who is on my taglist and/or comments: i love you so much <3

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i still haven’t recovered from thinking about how much pain sage is in from watching the love of his life be tortured and ripped away from him. the desperation when he said “i can’t lose you!” the way he clawed through the corrupted to get to you but he still lost the fight and you. yeah that chapter fucked me up

okay so initially when i played sage ch12 i was like “huh, why isn’t he as relieved/excited to see MC…” but then i really had to sit and think about what it must have been like for sage and oh fuck. imagine thinking the love of your life was dead and feeling like it was your fault… every day for six months you wake up not only with grief, but with this voice in your head cursing you for not protecting the person you swore you would. the person who walked in and gave you a new purpose. the person who made you cherish life and look forward to every day if it meant spending it with them. the person who accepted who you were, walls down and all. they believed in you and they loved you. and shit, you loved them too. so much that all you ever wanted was for them to be safe. and you swore you would do everything you can to protect them. but when it came down to it, you couldn’t. now your person is gone.

i think after feeling this pain for so long it understandably and logically closed sage off. it changes a person. you get to a point where you accept they’re not coming back, and all you can do is deal with the fucked up situation gramme has created. maybe a part of you is even relieved MC wasn’t there to experience it.

but then one day after 6 months of feeling all of this, MC shows up. it feels unreal. this must be a hoax you think. but they’re there and they’re not hurt. a part of you wants to be excited and feel hopeful, but you’ve just seen too much. been through so much that it’s hard to be in place where you think things are going to be okay. having the MC back provides the possibility that what happened before could happen again. what if you can’t save them? what if they die for real this time? after experiencing the pain of feeling like that already happened, it would be difficult to be in place where you have to consider that it could happen again.

(also, if you’re worried sage doesn’t care anymore, think about how losing you changed him. so much. i know he’s still sage, but a lot of us feel like he’s a different person because he’s changed so much, and i think that’s a testament to how much what happened affected him. not saying we should take satisfaction in that, but you should acknowledge how much the MC means to him)

just imagine in what state Celia story is…………

do you remember that Tess route is exist?? because I DON’T

I’m sorry @fictifgames ???? What is this ????

“Never thought I’d see this thing again…”

Sage, Felix and Anisa at your service

Favorite LL scene? I cherish this one, and it flashes in my memory from time to time. Just how sweet can Fe be

“…You are not real. You can’t be”

Chapter 12 was quite… a thing. It had me shaken, but inspired me out of sorta artblock too. I personnally prefer this drawing black'n white, for i enjoy lines ❤

Late is better then never, so chained Escell

“I was Night’s only light as the sphere in the sky. I illuminated what needed protection from her boundless darkness”

It’s sad Felix hours

I want to know what they had. How Florian got the fandom’s pet. How Escell met the warmest person ever? How were they young and in love? I need answers I need knowledge.

So here is the Last Legacy version of the Pokemon Au.For this one, I see the Starsworn being somewhat like Pokemon Rangers seeing how they both protect and help people and their world.

Alolan Marowak(Fire/Ghost) -  Besides both having the same green flames, (and possibly height XD), this Marowak is referred as “conjurers of the dead”, with their spirt projecting and sixth sense.

Meowstic (Psychic)-The Stella vibes are strong with this one.

Cofagrigus (Ghost)- Felix occasionally visits a lot of crypts and masoleums, so it’s only natural he catches a ghost pokemon lurking around.

Decidueye(Grass/ Ghost)- So I’m in the same camp that think that Felix got his admiration of plants from Florian, so why not have a pokemon that mashes both his and his Dads interests.

Spiritomb (Ghost/Dark)- Felix has had many……”accidents “ in his life so coming a cross and eventually this spirit makes perfect sense.

Litwick(Ghost/Fire)- Reflects on how flustered and clumsy Felix can be.

Absol(Dark)- Part of this pick goes into spoiler territory for her Route, but it’s also due to its cat like appearance. Absol is also good natured and known to help those in need.

Samurott(Water)- Since Anisa is a knight , Samurott’s valiant and selfless nature fits well with her.

Aegislash(Steel/Ghost)- This mostly connects to her relic and what knight isn’t without her sword and sheild.

Togekiss(Fairy/Flying)-A pokemon relating to Anisa’s moral and gentle nature. This pokemon soars to a variety of different places, so this can connect her to awareness of outer realms.

Wingull(Water/Flying)- Another one relating to other realms.With having this pokemon around, it kinda examples where Anisa gets alot of foreign items and collection, as well as the sheer amount of junk she has in her apartment.

Kirlia(Psyhic)- I wanted to give her a pokemon to reflect her graceful and playful side.

Incineroar(Fire/Dark)- I mean come on! A hot tempered kitty with a burning fuse, how could he NOT have this pokemon.

Darmanitan(Fire)- Another big fiery muscle. Though I think this one can show more control when it goes into zen mode 

Pignite(Fire/Fighting)- This little guy is a big eater as much as Sage is a bar hopping party animal. I can definitely see them running up each others tabs.

Zoura(Dark)- A mischievous little furball who finds trouble wherever they go. It’s a perfect match. Sage probably ran into him while he was on the street as a kid.

Scrafty(Dark/Fighting)- Fits his “Lone Wolf” persona and tendencies, as well as his impatient personality.

Obstagoon(Dark/Normal)- Sage would have probably got this wild pokemon after MC’s disappearance and when Astrea was taken over. He probably worked up some mutual agreement Obstagoon to wreck havoc while until he assists at killing Gramme.