i long for that feeling, to not feel at all.

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Better Off Alone // Lucas&Silver

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He hummed a tad. “Well, it’s hard to say. it’s pretty rare for me to automatically dislike someone. I try to give everyone a chance. Even if it can get me into trouble sometimes. I just…like to give people the benefit of the doubt, I suppose.” He paused, listening to Silver’s concern. "A while back, I met a Jun back in Johto… I think he might have said he was from here." Lucas blinked owlishly. Was that where Jun had run off to? that wouldn’t have been surprising. He chuckled quietly. “Well…only one way to find out. Blond, constantly running around, seeming to have a one track mind, overly dedicated to whatever he sets his mind to?” These were all things that made Jun stand out to others, at least that was what he had noticed.

He tucked his hands behind his back, looking at his feet. “…I guess if he was in Johto, that would explain why I haven’t seen him around….I’ve been wandering all over Sinnoh and have caught hide nor hair of him….that would probably explain why.” He smiled a bit at Silver. “I hope you weren’t too hard on him…He’s got a good heart, even if he isn’t the brightest.”

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Lucas seemed like a very trusting person. It was a nice trait, but it was bound to get him hurt in the long run. Trusting people you've only just met was dangerous, and he had learned not to trust anyone (Save for his closest friends), and it saved him from getting hurt... But it made him rather lonely at times. However, once Jun was brought up, that thought was discarded as he listened to the other's description.

"Well…only one way to find out. Blond, constantly running around, seeming to have a one track mind, overly dedicated to whatever he sets his mind to?" He listed off traits that perfectly described the person he had met back at Mt. Silver. He blinked a few times in disbelief - What were the chances of them having a mutual friend? They weren't even from the same region. "I hope you weren’t too hard on him…He’s got a good heart, even if he isn’t the brightest."

"..That's him, alright." Silver hummed. "We were in a, uh, bit of a rough situation when we met. He'd gone to one of the most dangerous places in Johto and Kanto, and ended up passing out. Probably would've died if I hadn't found him, stupid kid..." He ran a hand through his fiery hair, sighing at the memory of their expedition through Mt. Silver. "I'm not sympathetic or mindful of other's feelings, so... I said some things that got us both riled up. In the end, though... He's... Not all that bad..."

Jun was important to him. He would never confess anything of the sort - He would probably be physically incapable of doing so. That was as good as it was gonna get when it came to compliments.

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TMI Tuesday

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Headcanons ; Pokemon

» When Silver stole a starter from Professor Elm's lab, he didn't have any preference for what he got. He just needed a Pokemon to defend himself. Totodile worked great.

» He was raised to learn that Pokemon had no feelings, that they were merely 'tools of war', so he treated them as such. His training methods were harsh, he pushed his team to their limits and a bit more, and he never let them rest enough. They were never at their best when it was time to battle.

» It was thanks to Lance that he eventually figured out that what he was taught was wrong. Lyra and Gold helped him understand that Pokemon needed to be treated with love and care. It took quite a while before he was able to actually care for them properly. He just didn't know how.

» For a long time, his Pokemon would flinch when he reached to pet them, or when he called them to get their attention. While they've mostly gotten over this by now, the guilt still lingers in his heart.

» Silver doesn't actually know how to evolve Golbat into Crobat. He had given up on him ever evolving by the time he returned to Kanto, but after a battle with his rival at Mt. Moon, they visited the summit. He let Golbat explore and he was given unusual amounts of affection that evening. He evolved rather suddenly.

» The Pokemon that are closest to him are Feraligatr and Weavile. These are the two Pokemon that are usually seen by his side.

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"I’m going to take that as a compliment. Your friend Gold does his best to rile me up about this sort of thing too, you know…"

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"Hm. You clearly know who I am, then, if you assume Gold and I know each other. I guess we're friends, in the loosest sense of the word. I'm curious to know how you met Gold, but I'm even more curious to know why you grew your sideburns out like that. It looks like you could fly with those chunks of hair."

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"It’s better when it’s quiet, isn’t it?"

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"Well... Yeah. It's just unusual. Kinda like your anime hair."

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"Mm... It's been quiet lately."

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Better Off Alone // Lucas&Silver

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The word grunts had caught Lucas’ attention, but he didn’t comment. It could have meant any number of things, even if his first thought had been Team Galactic grunts. But he already knew Silver wasn’t from Sinnoh, so that was pretty much not possible. Slowly, however, Lucas smiled. “You don’t look so scary to me. And I didn’t try to get away, did I?” If that had been the case, they wouldn’t be having this conversation. He hummed. “I was pretty shy, honestly, when I was really little. I liked to read, and my dad was a researcher, so I did a lot of reading to learn more and more about pokemon. It wasn’t until I met my best friend that I started coming out of my shell.”  He giggled softly, almost fondly. “Jun really has the ability to bring people out of their shells…”

Lucas bounced on the heels of his feet for a moment, humming. “Well…you could consider me one, too, if you’d like.”  He smiled. “I rather like you, Silver. You’re not as big and bad as everyone makes you out to be, I think.” Maybe that was just Lucas being a dork, but who was too say. But Silver reminded him of some people he had met on his journey, and it was rather nice for the slight familiarity. Not to mention, they had something abstract in common.

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Silver let out a huff, kicking another pebble into the lake. The water rippled gently, before quickly settling again. “You don’t look so scary to me. And I didn’t try to get away, did I?” Lucas suddenly spoke up. He didn't react at all at first. “I was pretty shy, honestly, when I was really little." He continued on, telling him of when he did a lot of reading as a kid. He listened, but his mind was still focused on what had been said earlier. It was just so unusual for someone to actually come out and say they didn't think... Badly of him. Especially someone he'd just met.

"It wasn’t until I met my best friend that I started coming out of my shell.” The other laughed softly, as if remembering a fond memory. “Jun really has the ability to bring people out of their shells…”

...Wait, what? Silver turned his head to finally look at Lucas, the confusion poorly hidden in his eyes. He'd heard that correctly, hadn't he? Jun... Was it possible they knew the same person? What kind of fucked up coincidence would that be? His companion bounced on his heels nonchalantly, before saying, “I rather like you, Silver. You’re not as big and bad as everyone makes you out to be, I think.” He furrowed his brow in response.

"...You're a strange kid. If we'd met under different circumstances, I don't think you'd like me at all." He said this with a bitter chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Although... This is gonna sound weird, but earlier, you said a name that got my attention... You said you knew a Jun? It's just... A while back, I met a Jun back in Johto... I think he might have said he was from here." Silver paused for a moment, letting out another sigh. "He was way too energetic for his own good... Kinda moody, too." But we saved each other's lives, and he's one of my best friends, he neglected to include

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Knee Deep in Snow // [C] // Jun&Silver

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Jun gave his friend as confident a smile as he could muster, it was hard not to wince himself every time he saw Silver’s face twitch in pain. It wasn’t as if the blonde was an empath, to be honest, he didn’t even know what the word meant, but seeing his friend in so much discomfort, even after the Nurses had tended to his wounds, tugged at his heartstrings a little. He knew the redhead must have been feeling a little pitiful with a that stubborn attitude of his; no doubt even an inkling of relying on someone other than himself set off his alarm bells. Either way, he was getting food whether he liked it or not.

After receiving a, "Surprise me, I d-don’t really care…" from his bedridden redhead, Jun had found himself spoilt for choice in the cafeteria. The entire room was filled with tantalizing scents that made his stomach grumble in demand. Even Napoleon, the definition of stoic, seemed tempted by the dishes steaming under the hot counter. Not even thinking, the blonde grabbed a tray, and began dishing up generous portions of practically everything onto as many plates he could squeeze into the trayspace. After a while, Napoleon was also roped in, until they had almost the entire cafeteria on their plates.

"Awesome, Silver has got to like at least one of these dishes!" Jun beamed, narrowly swerving an off-duty Chansey as the pair headed back towards the redhead’s room. "Eon," Napoleon sighed, his enormous flippers acting as miniature tables to carry the abundance of food. He was never quite sure how his trainer dragged him into these situations; whether it was getting stuck in a deadly blizzard atop Mt. Silver or being used as a catering device. Either way, it was rather humiliating.

"Ta-da!" The blonde grinned, "We basically got everything, so there’s plenty to choose from!" He flashed his friend a sideways smile, "Surprised?"

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After giving his incredibly unhelpful and vague response, Jun had bolted off towards the cafeteria, just as energetic as ever. Feraligatr stared at the door as Empoleon tried to catch up, and the water-type decided against going. He didn't want to get himself lost, and he was worried about Silver. He rested his maw on the foot of the bed, letting out a huff through his nostrils as he stared at his trainer.

Silver didn't acknowledge Feraligatr, instead staring at nothing as the loud stomping subsided down the hallway. It was odd for a complete stranger be kind to him, for once, and their crazy adventure had lead them to becoming... Friends. It wasn't often that he really clicked with anyone. The best he typically got was a stare of fear or a glare of disapproval. Maybe it was just in the other's nature to be nice.

Hm... He'd have to find a way to clean Jun's scarf. He did end up staining it almost completely with his blood. If it hadn't been for that, though, he might have lost a lot more blood than he did, and it was possible he might not have survived. The least he could do was return the scarf a little cleaner than it was now. When he got the 'okay' to get up and move around, he'd get to that.

"Ta-da!"

Jun then stormed back into the room, both him and Empoleon's hands (Flippers?) holding more food than he thought possible. Even Feraligatr lifted his head to admire how much food the two had managed to bring back. The look in his eyes showed he was clearly going to steal some. "We basically got everything, so there’s plenty to choose from!" He gave the red-head another one of his stupid smiles. "Surprised?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Y-You have no idea." He responded, glancing around the room as he wondered where they were going to set everything. "Is it... Even possible for us to eat all of that...?" He'd brought back so many things, he wasn't even sure what to pick. There were a couple paninis, each one filled with different meats and condiments. It didn't sound too terrible, but Silver had almost no appetite. Scanning the foods, he came to the conclusion that Jun had neglected to bring anything bland, like rice. Should have been expected. "Uh... J-Just... Give me one of the p-paninis to start..." He asked.

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Cherry-Coloured Funk // Silver&Lyra

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Her breathing was heavy, and it was almost too difficult to focus on the patterned carpet. She felt dizzy, she felt sick, and most of all, she didn’t know how to express it. What did that mean? She didn’t know. But she felt it. The arms around his neck loosened a bit for her fear of choking him, not wanting to ruin the moment. Somehow during the night she had gathered the courage to confess her feelings, hug him endlessly, and even kiss him. It was like she was a whole other person. Sure she was outgoing, but it took pure guts to do something like that.

But most importantly of all; Silver had kissed her back… what?! The pigtailed girl ran her tongue along her lips, feeling as though she could still taste him. Never in her dreams had something like this happened. But thankfully, this wasn’t a dream. It was all real. Real, real, real. She had to keep reminding herself. Her eyes were still locked on the floor, fingers gently twisting more into the red strands. Hopefully she wasn’t hurting him. 

She didn’t know what to do now. Should she… should she… kiss him again? He obviously liked it, but, how much of it? It felt like it went on forever, and she was still beating herself up on the inside for pulling away. What if she was really bad? The girl felt strangely itchy, and those ever persistent shivers were still running rampant around her body. What was this feeling? Somehow, when they’d gotten too close earlier, it’d been the same thing. Odd. She didn’t understand it. Not one bit.

Like she’d remembered earlier, her mother had always told her about the feeling that everyone experiences at least once. Maybe this was finally it? It was stronger than a ‘like like’, it was more than ‘friendship’, and all she wanted to do was be in his arms twenty four seven.

“…Why?" It took her off guard. It pulled her from her thoughts… once again. Why, what? Oh… that. That light bulb clicked on in her mind. Why had she kissed him in the first place? Why was she here with him? Why did she want to spend all of her time and more with him? Love… that had to be it. It was the only solution. The girl smiled to herself as she knelt there, feeling as though she was on the top of a high cloud. She probably looked like an idiot, but she didn’t care.

“I-I mean, uh… N-Not about b-being sorry… Y-You really shouldn’t be… B-But… I just k-kinda want to know… Why. Y’know, w-why you did… That. If it was because I tried to, th-then… You didn’t… Have to…" Her head shook a little at all the information he presented her, not knowing exactly how to word it. Obviously he was curious, and she intended on being completely and utterly honest with him.

"No… Silver…” That genuine smile was back. “W-When you tried to kiss me earlier… I… I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.” Her blush deepened. It was true. Every word of it.  ”I’ve liked you for so long, and now, I…I… I’m sorry, it’s just really hard to… word… it…” Would the concept of ‘Love' scare him? Maybe it would be best not to mention it now. You never knew what kind of reaction you'd get with him. Better to play it safe.

"I kissed you because I wanted to. When you tried to e-earlier, it… it just made me realize how much I…” Her arms around his neck tightened once more. “How much I’ve wanted… you—” Did she actually just say that? Yeah, she did. Lyra should have banged her head against the wall. The girl had her hold on him, and was never going to let go.

"All this time… I’ve been so nervous to even say any of this to you…" The girl’s head lifted up, pressing her forehead against his. "I-It’s okay if you don’t really know what to feel right now…” It was embarrassing for both of them, and she understood completely. She sighed, “That kiss… it… it was…” The brunette’s eyes fluttered shut, “Really nice….” A happy exhale was heard, and if it was a cartoon, little pink hearts would have been floating around her.

She couldn’t get too over excited now. That would just set him off. Taking a deep breath she ran her fingers through her brown locks, putting it all in the front. It was kind of tiring kneeling on the floor like this, and her legs didn’t feel too hot right now. Not to mention, her blisters were still giving her trouble. One question was still on her mind though, and she was determined to know the answer. “Silver… did you… did you like.. the kiss..?” She hummed, crawling a bit closer… maybe a bit too close.

With a few clumsy movements the girl straddled herself on his lap, hands grasping carefully at his shoulders. Was this how people sat in these situations? She honestly didn’t have a clue. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind. After all, Silver had said earlier that she could never annoy him, no matter what she did. Good to know. The brunette’s eyes were still planted on the floor, the kiss still permanently stamped into her mind. Was it his first, too?

After what seemed like forever, she finally spoke up again, “Silver… do.. d-do you… want to do it… again?” What had gotten into her tonight? Suddenly she was being so forward with her advances, and not even shying away from what she wanted most. His lips on hers. They didn’t have to be anywhere important tomorrow, and they had all the time in the world. What she thought was going to be a night of ‘sleeping’ only, had turned into something way more exciting. She’d do anything to make Silver happy. Nothing felt better.

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His friend's grip on his neck loosened, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. His head was spinning, his stomach in knots, mind focused only on their kiss. He could still feel her lips on his, soft and inviting. His first kiss... He never imagined it would be with Lyra, if only because he didn't think there was any possibility of her having any sort of positive feelings towards him. But, all night, she'd been so bold, teasing him and hugging him, and what seemed like flirting! Was it all leading up to this?

Still, the questions lingered in his head - Did she initiate the kiss because she wanted to, or because he had tried to? His heart was pounding at the possible answers. It was one or the other, clearly, and though he figured it was the latter, his heart desperately wished for the former. Silver still couldn't even look at her, eyes locked onto the bland carpet, feeling so out of it that even the texture of the stitching made him woozy.

"No… Silver…” She suddenly spoke, and he tensed up once again. “W-When you tried to kiss me earlier… I… I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.” His eyes widened severely, jaw clenching in disbelief. Surely he'd misheard that? She... Wanted to kiss him? She would have been... Okay with it, had he gone through with it? ”I’ve liked you for so long, and now, I…I… I’m sorry, it’s just really hard to… word… it…”

"...What?" It was the only thing he managed to choke out after hearing that. She had more to say, surely, but that stuck out to him more than anything. "Y-You... I... What?" She liked him... She liked him? She wouldn't say it like that if she just liked him as a friend. She... Liked him? It swarmed around in his head like an angry hive. She had romantic feelings for Silver? Of all people?

He was so cruel and cold, distant and unfeeling... He never knew love or affection, he never let anyone near his blackened heart for fear of being hurt again. He was a coward, and called others out for being the same. He was just a hypocrite. He tried so hard to be strong, but he was just so weak. He was scared to let her be his friend. He was scared when she began to have such an impact on his life. What did she see in him? What could she find within his broken soul that was worth caring about? Silver didn't understand it, not one bit.

But despite this, he found himself feeling something he thought he would never feel again - Happiness. True happiness. He felt his withered heart soaring through the skies, blood rushing to his cheeks as he tried to hold back the most ridiculous grin. The only person he really and truly cared for... The girl that meant the world to him... Actually liked him. Never in his wildest dreams would this have ever happened. He just didn't think it was possible for someone to feel this way about him.

"I kissed you because I wanted to. When you tried to e-earlier, it… it just made me realize how much I…” In a fit of embarrassment, Lyra's grasp around his neck tightened again. “How much I’ve wanted… you—” As if his eyes couldn't get any wider! By now he'd gotten brave enough to actually look at her - Or, a better word would be 'gawk'. He was just gawking at her in amazement. Was this real? Was she actually saying these things? This wasn't a dream... He'd concluded that earlier. She actually... Meant this, right...?

"All this time… I’ve been so nervous to even say any of this to you…" She lifted her head to press their foreheads together. His face must have been darker than his hair by now. "I-It’s okay if you don’t really know what to feel right now…” There was a pause, before she sighed and mumbled, “That kiss… it… it was… Really nice….”

She liked it... She liked the kiss! Even though it was his first and he was fumbling left and right, she still thought it was okay? Maybe it was her first, too... If she had experience, there was no way that would have been acceptable, right? Or, maybe she was okay with it because... It was him...? Lyra brushed her fingers through her hair, the locks falling in front of her. She looked happy, and a bit excited. “Silver… did you… did you like.. the kiss..?”

Throwing all kinds of information and questions at him was going to give him a heart attack. Before he could manage an answer, she grasped onto his shoulders as she readjusted herself, now straddling his lap. He couldn't resist holding a hand over his eyes in sheer embarrassment. No, she could never annoy him, but she could certainly get him flustered pretty easily. All he managed was a tiny nod to answer her question - He did like the kiss. Did she even see it? He had no clue.

“Silver… do.. d-do you… want to do it… again?” Lyra eventually asked after a while, causing a small choking noise to come from Silver. Was she asking if he wanted to kiss her again?! She was so bold! Though, if she was asking, then... Did that mean she wanted to kiss him again, too...? He soon dropped his hand completely, eyebrows furrowed and face stained red. Well, of course he wanted to kiss her again, if she was offering, but... How would he say yes...?

"I-I, uh..." He knew himself too well, he wouldn't be able to just say yes, he'd just have to do it. So, he carefully, almost shyly wrapped his arms around her back, pausing before pulling her forward slowly. He wouldn't chicken out this time, they'd already kissed once. He could do it this time! The closer they got, the faster his heart pounded, he could hear it echoing in his ears. Just do it, just do it, just do it! Taking a deep breath, he tightened his embrace and closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in his own.

Still anxious and unsure of how this whole thing worked, he kissed her slowly, almost lovingly. His lips tingled with her touch, his face heating up beyond belief, but all Silver wanted was to have her close to him. The feeling of intimacy was something he never knew, and was unaware it was something he craved until now. It was special because it was Lyra. He wouldn't want to be like with with anyone but her. Was this... Love?

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Cherry-Coloured Funk // Silver&Lyra

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Flashbacks of their whole night flew through her mind. There was the meeting… and the hugs… and the… crying. Why was there always crying? Then there was the walk, and the tickets to Unova… that she’d practically ripped in half knowing that he wasn’t okay with her leaving. When did she ever think that it would be okay to leave him alone…. when? She’d never leave him now. He was stuck with her forever. And she almost forgot the most important part. There was also dinner, and him carrying her from place to place because of her nasty blisters. Which still hurt, in fact. Their whole day had actually turned out to be really… nice. Even if they did have a few bumps in the road.

Lyra didn’t want to stop touching him. She just didn’t. The way her arms fit perfectly around his neck felt too right. They’d never been this close before… ever. Why hadn’t they been doing this all along?! Things like this took time though… and even she, of all people, knew that. The only thing that mattered was that they were here now. What would happen after tonight? What would change between them? Those thoughts plagued her mind. 

The silence between them was ever growing, and it made her even more nervous by the second. This closeness between them… this… feeling. ”Y-You…” She bit down on her lower lip. “You’re s-so… Stupid…” The hand dropped, avoiding her gaze. “I… I couldn’t… Hate you… I never did…” That made her smile. All those times that she’d been a pest… he was always there. Over several years she’d calmed down significantly from their first meeting. Thankfully. But… she needed more reassurance. She needed… more.

Out of all the times they’d spent together, this had to be her favorite. She didn’t remember any period in their lives when they were this intimate with each other. They’d always been just friends, but, maybe something was finally going to change. In the past, whenever she even tried to hug Silver, he’d never return it. Lyra always just thought it was a one way street, him not even giving a damn about her. Boy, was she wrong.

A faint whisper reached her in the chaos ”…Lyra…" His hand reached up to hold her face, and she just couldn’t look away. It’s not like she wanted to anyways. Her large brown eyes were fixated by his, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She just couldn’t resist. It was like looking right into that head of his. That beautiful, beautiful, head. His next action really surprised her… more than she’d ever want to admit. Large palms were locked around the back of her neck and pulled her forward into a sweet embrace. This was totally unlike him. And that’s what made it so… exciting.

Bright red stained both of their cheeks as they just sat there, not knowing what to do next. Lyra was not experienced in things like… this. He smelled so… musky. His lips were dangerously close. Not close enough. A drop of sweat leaked down the side of her face, noticing the way it inched across her cheek. Feeling the hot breath against her chin sent shivers up her spine, as she involuntarily leaned forward, eyes fluttering shut. The anticipation was killing her. Was this actually going to happen? 

The brunt shove caught her off guard as she was thrown against the sheets, landing with a soft thud. He never did anything like this. Never. Was something wrong? Did she smell? A slight headache shook around in her brain, causing her to let out a small ‘hiss' and raise a hand to her scalp. Silver had retreated to the other wall, shouting various apologies as he grasped at his hair roughly. “I-I-I’m s-sorry!!" His voice cracked. It was cute. "I-I don’t know what came over me, I-I w-was just confused, p-please don’t hate me! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” What? Did he… did he actually feel that way? Why would he be confused…? Maybe he didn’t want to kiss her.

They had gotten so close just then… the heat from his body still present against her pallid skin. Whenever he was around, she wasn’t cold anymore. To be honest, she felt a little woozy from it all. But… looking at Silver in such… distraught… it felt like someone had just punched her in the gut. Lyra needed to do something. And she needed to do it quickly… before he freaked out again. There was no thinking anymore. Her heart was doing all the work now.

She hesitantly walked over to him, taking the smallest steps that she possibly could. She didn’t want to frighten him. Arceus, no. Lyra wanted this… why did he push her away? With a small bend in her knees she knelt down on the floor gently in front of him, a smile on those ever pleasant features. Her heart felt like it was about to explode, and those pesky butterfree’s appeared back in her stomach. This was the most nervous she’d ever been in her entire life. What was she doing? Sometimes, even she didn’t know.

Her hands caressed his shoulders in a light squeeze and turned him to face her, giving him a reassuring smile. Everything was going to be alright. Lyra needed to show him that. She just…. needed to. She let out a deep breath through her nostrils, stroking the side of his face with her palm. “Silver… look at me…” The girl whispered softly, thumb running across the rough skin against his cheek. “You did nothing wrong… nothing. Please don’t be sorry… a-and… I…I don’t know why you pulled away earlier…” There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to do this. It all came naturally. 

"I-If you don’t like it… j-just… say so…." 

Soft lips pressed hesitantly against his, eyes shutting tightly. Inside her head she was screaming. Why did this feel so right? She didn’t want to be in any moment but this. Just this. His lips felt chapped against her own, but she didn’t mind. Her mom was right. These things did happen. Her hands slowly crept their way back around his neck, pulling him closer. It felt like some sort of dream. She wanted to slap herself across the face. This was real. It was all… real. Her head lightly tilted to the side as her fingers softly pulled at his red strands, pushing her body a little bit closer to his. Her cheeks were dangerously hot, and she was sure that she was getting sick or something. 

The girl pulled away against her will, out of breath, and taking in more than enough air for her tiny little body. She had never kissed anyone before, and didn’t really know how it all worked. Silver was her first. Not knowing if he’d be okay with it or not, her eyes locked on the carpet beside them, avoiding his gaze. She was so embarrassed, more than she’d ever been in her life time. Her cheeks had turned even darker than earlier, and her heart rate was sky rocketing. “I-I’m…. s-sorry…” The girl murmured, hanging her head down. Why was she apologizing when she enjoyed it so much?

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Silver's head was spinning, he felt overwhelmed with fatigue and anxiety over what he'd just tried to do. Why did he... Try to kiss her?! Why would he do that?! He'd never kissed anyone in his life, because he never had those sorts of feelings for anyone. Kissing was associated with romance! He'd never had romantic feelings for anyone in his... Life...

It struck him almost like a bolt of lightning. Romantic feelings... Like a crush, or... Love... What was this adding up to? The way Lyra made him feel... So nervous and self-conscious, so vulnerable, yet so strangely happy... The way he was seldom annoyed by anything she did, how he only wanted to be around her and how he found himself missing her when they were apart... No one else had this kind of effect on him.

These feelings that he was so scared of... The feelings he couldn't identify, no matter how hard he searched within himself... Could it have been... Love? In the moment, it almost felt like there was no other possible answer. Was Silver... In love with... Lyra? Was that why he was suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss her...? Was that why she made him so... Happy?

This realization further filled him with panic. Surely, by trying to swoop in and snatch one from her, he'd messed up. If that hadn't, then suddenly shoving her onto the bed and fleeing for his life must have done it. She couldn't ever forgive him. The grip on his head tightened and he swallowed the bile in his throat, too swamped with the belief that he'd just ruined his friendship with the only person he cared about. His face felt like it was on fire, his heart as ready to explode out of his chest, he just wanted the humiliation to end.

He heard the squeaking of the mattress as her small figure stood, her footsteps quiet and careful, like she was approaching a feral Pokemon. She was coming over to him, right? What did she want? What was she going to say? If she were to hit him, he wouldn't blame her. It wouldn't sting nearly as much as his mistake gouged into his heart.

Lyra knelt down next to him, reaching forward to gently grab his shoulders. Tentatively, she tried to turn his body until they were facing one another, but he couldn't bring himself to look at her. He could hardly handle having her so close, after what he'd tried to do, there was no way he could look her in the eye. She sighed rather audibly, reaching a hand up to touch his face, causing him to tense up again. “Silver… look at me…”

Like a soldier unable to disobey commands, metallic eyes slowly raised to meet hers. “You did nothing wrong… nothing. Please don’t be sorry… " She assured, the sincerity of it making it almost believable. Silver had convinced himself he'd fucked up, there was almost nothing she could say that would change his mind. "A-and… I…I don’t know why you pulled away earlier…” He couldn't give any kind of response. Seconds ticked by before she said anything more.

"I-If you don’t like it… j-just… say so…."

Before he could register what that meant, she closed the distance between their lips, pressing hers against his own. Silver's eyes shot open, a small squeak of surprise managing its way up his throat. He couldn't figure out what was happening. Why...? What had she... Why did she... She... Kissed him... She kissed him...! Lyra... Kissed him! Did that mean she didn't hate him after what he'd tried to do...? Did she really want this...? Her hands knotted behind his neck, pulling them closer to one another. That alone felt like an answer.

Her lips were... Soft, and her body warm. His head felt numb, like he was in some kind of dream. But, he knew better than that. No, nothing like this ever happened in his dreams. If it wasn't real, Lyra would have disappeared so long ago, but she was still here. She was still right before him, fingers tangled in his hair as she deepened the kiss. His eyes had finally drifted closed, and though he had no idea what he was doing, he kissed her back.

It felt like an eternity before she finally pulled away, gasping for breath and cheeks tainted a dark scarlet. The two unknowingly mimicked each other by immediately focusing on the carpet, unable to look at one another. Silver had never kissed anyone before. He was so lost on the idea or love and romance, he had never been this intimate - or intimate at all - with anyone. He couldn't help but wonder if she had ever kissed anyone. Was it possible that they were each other's firsts? Did this mean as much to her as it did to him...?

“I-I’m…. s-sorry…” His friend suddenly apologized. His jaw clenched in response. 'No, there's nothing to be sorry about, I actually really liked that.' As much as he wanted to tell her that, there was no way he'd be able to. If he wasn't such an emotional recluse, this would be going a lot smoother. It just felt awkward right now. Although, now that he had a moment to collect his thoughts...

"...Why?" He suddenly asked. That alone might have been asking why she was sorry, which wasn't the answer he was looking for. An explanation was in order. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck before continuing. "I-I mean, uh... N-Not about b-being sorry... Y-You really shouldn't be... B-But... I just k-kinda want to know... Why. Y'know, w-why you did... That. If it was because I tried to, th-then... You didn't... Have to..." He swallowed his nerves, hoping that didn't sound like he was saying he disliked the kiss. He was just confused over her motivation and he wanted answers.

[ventured-paranoia-deactivated20]

Better Off Alone // Lucas&Silver

[ventured-paranoia-deactivated20]

He wasn’t fond of the idea of the cigarette butt in nature, but he wasn’t about to bitch about it right now. After all, this guy had no idea about the area. He would clean it up later, like he always did when he found any lying around. He tucked his hands behind his back, listening to his partner as he looked over Lake Verity. "People are judgmental and gullible." Lucas couldn’t argue that. He had been very gullible once upon a time. He had been the kid that would have looked up if you told him outside that gullible was written on the ceiling. "Mental scarring doesn’t seem to be enough, in most cases."

"Of course it isn’t," he said simply, almost condisending. He hadn’t meant for it to come off that way, but it could easily be thought of as such. "Mental scars don’t effect them. You can tell a story down to every gruesome detail and they won’t believe you, even if you’ve pulled yourself into a dark place you can’t climb out of…." He glanced over casually. "I’ve more than once found myself in a dark place telling the story, crying and falling apart beyond repair, only to be dismissed."

Lucas laughed quietly. “Bitter and misanthrope? Could have fooled me.”  He was being sarcastic, of course, and he hoped the other would catch on. “…I used to be a very social person….but not so much anymore….No one gives me a chance.”

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"Of course it isn’t," His companion huffed, his tone almost mocking. In this particular instance, Silver didn't blame him for accidentally showing some of his irritation. He knew what it was like, having gone through so much, only to have almost everyone discard him like he was nothing. No one cared to listen to his story, so he never told it. He felt uneasy, opening up to a stranger like this, but it was almost... Liberating, in a sense.

The other went on, his inner grudges coming out as he continued to speak of his experiences with his trauma. "I’ve more than once found myself in a dark place telling the story, crying and falling apart beyond repair, only to be dismissed." All he could really manage was a nod. Once he fled from his home, he built walls around his heart so thick that he feared nothing could break them down. He'd never fallen apart in front of someone while telling his tale, because only one person had been willing to listen (Besides Lucas, that is). There was a twinge of sympathy for him, because he'd tried so hard to get someone to understand him, and no one did.

“Bitter and misanthrope? Could have fooled me.” He suddenly spoke up, grey eyes glancing over. If sarcasm was a language, Silver was fluent, and easily caught on. He managed a small chuckle in response, before letting out a sigh. “…I used to be a very social person….but not so much anymore….No one gives me a chance.”

"...Can't say I was ever social. I was raised by my father's grunts, so I didn't build any social skills." He paused, realizing that he'd accidentally used the word 'grunt'. That could easily imply his father was a boss of some kind, and he silently hoped Lucas didn't catch on. He didn't want to explain who Giovanni was."And... Well, look at me. I don't look like a friendly guy. The best I get are frightened glances as they walk faster to get away from me."

He gave another shrug, knotting his hands behind his head to stretch his arms. "So, I guess no one ever gives me a chance, either. But, I don't often give others one, either. I've got, what, three friends that haven't left me yet? It's amazing I've managed to hold on to them." Gold and Lyra were probably attached to him because of the journey, but Jun stuck by him because of what they went through on Mt. Silver. Could it be possible they stayed because of an obligation, rather than an actual bond...?

[ambivalent-allegiance-deactivat]

Silvertongue // Archer and Silver

Archer rarely left Goldenrod City. His health was poor at best, and his temper even worse, which made traveling difficult. Because of this, he made most of his business come to him, and spent most of his free time prowling the city. Over the few months he’d taken permanent residency there, he had learned the city and all it’s quirks like that back of his hand. He knew who hung out where, where the coolest social places were, where the best places to eat were, where the hidden wonders were, where the criminals gathered… He knew it all. 

So naturally, when he was walking to a small and rather unknown cafe in the middle of an alleyway, he was surprised to see a familiar mop of bright red hair walking away from him. No… It couldn’t be… Could it…? Thoughts exploded through his head as he watched the ominously familiar form slowly walk away, and before he could fully process the fact that yes, it was Silver, Giovanni’s son, he was creeping along behind the boy.

If he captured this boy, he could… Giovanni might return home if he could just…

Along the side of the alleyway, he caught sight of a small pile of bricks left abandoned. They were likely left there after a finished construction project, as they matched the walls around him. They were slightly chipped, but they would do. He simply needed something large and heavy; a brick was both.

Moving quietly behind the boy, he waited until he was within a close enough range and then threw the brick. It hit Silver in the head with enough force to injure him and knock him down disoriented, but, Archer noticed with a grimace, it did not knock him out completely as he had hoped. Oh well, this would have to do. 

In an effort to avoid any potential thrashing limbs, Archer grabbed Silver by the foot and began to drag him back to the base. Thankfully, there was a hidden entrance nearby that would prevent him from having to walk down the main streets. If he was to be seen dragging a corpse down the street he really would be captured. 

When he finally reached the base, he informed the grunts that he required their assistance, and, with the help of several newer recruits, brought Silver to an empty room that might have at one point housed a grunt or two. He would have used the more experienced grunts as they were much more used to the physical strain of the job, but he was worried they would not approve of his… Hostage…Silver was not exactly well like around Team Rocket after his betrayal. 

He set the boy down on the bed, and handcuffed his arms behind his back. That would keep him restrained should he choose to fight back later on. Tapping him on the shoulder, Archer chided, "time to wake up, Silver."

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Silver was a wanderer. He hadn't had a permanent home since he was young, and he'd hated it there. Traveling to nowhere was more comfortable. However, as he almost never had a specific destination, this left him trekking through the region, scouring each route and town for trainers that might stand a chance against his team. Few ever did. It was dull and boring, but he lived an empty life with no purpose greater than that. It was all he knew how to do.

He blinked harshly as a slip of paper was dropped onto the table before him, snapping him out of his daze. It only took a moment to realize the waitress had just dropped the receipt for his coffee. He didn't even add anything to it, he drank it black - He found the overwhelming bitterness to be soothing somehow - and it still cost more than a Super Potion. With a huff, he set the money on the receipt while neglecting to leave a tip, and quickly gathered his things so he could leave.

He shielded his eyes from the harsh sun as he stepped out of the small café and into the streets of Goldenrod. This town was way too big, he would always stumble across new buildings and shops every time he passed through. As a young and naive trainer, he would have loved to explore every inch of the city. Now, he just wanted to get out as quickly as he could.

The alley he was traversing down was shady, to say the least. It felt damp and dark, and there were trash bags and overloaded dumpsters lining the walls of the large stores they belonged to. Silver didn't particularly think anything of it - He probably should have, reflecting on it. Before he even knew what was happening, something heavy smashed into the back of his head, sending him tumbling to the cold pavement with a terrible throbbing pain in his head.

"Ggh...!" His vision was fuzzy and blackening quickly, but he was clinging to consciousness the best he could. He had been caught completely off-guard, and didn't even know what had just happened. It barely registered that someone had grabbed his foot until he began to be dragged along the ground. He tried to whine, to groan or say anything to get hit attacker's attention, but he couldn't get anything out.

Something hard and heavy hit the back of his head, he could figure that much out. It struck him from behind, and he'd never suspected that anyone was possibly following him. He was attacked, and now he was being taken away. To where? He couldn't even begin to guess, due to lack of proper knowledge and his current state of mind.

He lost focus after that, falling into and out of unconsciousness multiple times. He thought he heard doors open, he heard boots on tile flooring, he felt multiple sets of hands grab him to move him around to god knows where... Silver wasn't able to pay attention to any of it. He was eventually set down onto something lumpy and uncomfortable (A cheap mattress?), and it grew quiet. He had begun to drift off, but was startled when cold steel firmly gripped both of his wrists, locking them behind his back.

A finger firmly tapped his shoulder, but it did nothing to bring him to a coherent state. It wasn't until that voice spoke, one of many familiar voices that was burned into his brain spoke to him, and his eyes immediately shot open in a moment of real fear. "Time to wake up, Silver."

His vision was still fuzzy and it was hard to tell what certain shapes were supposed to be, but there was no mistaking that face. He swallowed harshly, his heart rate increasing the longer he gawked at who he assumed was his attacker. "A-A... Archer?!" Silver finally shrieked, using his feet to back him into the bed and further away from the Rocket admin. Hundreds of thousands of thoughts exploded from his mind, thoughts that he hoped were dormant.

He was at a complete loss for words. All he could manage was his mouth ajar and eyes wide as could be, while his dizzying vision focused only on the other. Questions about Team Rocket clogged his mind, questions about Archer and his motivations, his location and his safety. In his muddled state of mind, he had shown his deeply-rooted fear to the Rocket admin. His first fuck up.

[neglectedanger]

tmi... you're cute

"Stop that."

[neglectedanger]

TMI Tuesday