when will it be enough?

Yelling for the sun as the water rises / Feeling like smoke, filling up your eyes Swinging at a ghost, go and lock that door / Leave that wreckage, let it wash ashore closed trainer red rp blog affiliated w/wlld encounters Smoke is pouring from my windows / And I'm reaching out my hand Hoping someone's at my fingertip / That can help me understand

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Street Lights, Strangers//DJ and Red

[rockerdjthegreat]

DJ paused in his single-minded march for his room. It was polite to talk to people that you run into, right? Right? His exhaustion-fogged brain betrays him at the worst times.

Another fact ticked in his brain. “’sthere a reason you’re ou’ here ‘not ‘na room?” It was, after all, a little odd to find tired-looking people in the lobby of a hotel when they could be sleeping in a real bed, after all.

The longer he looked at the guy in front of him, the more he couldn’t help but think he should recognize him. Something about the hat and the jacket … . Still, his brain was on the fritz and only 14 hours of sleep and enough caffeine to kill a small child would fix that.

Still, he offered a handshake. “’m DJ.” He stifled a yawn. “Nice to meetyooooou.” He listed forward, leaning like a tree in a stiff wind. Straightening up, he continued, “Sorry, ‘m reeeaaaallly tired.”

[silentpeak]

Red sighed to himself when the man immediately asked about his reason for being here as opposed to his room. Arceus, was he really that transparent? 

“Too late to check in,” he offered as an explanation. He didn’t say anything else; no need to regale this stranger with the details of his somewhat embarrassing tale. Besides that, he didn’t know how much of the story would get across at this point. To say this guy seemed tired would be the understatement of the century.

The last thing Red had been expecting at that point was a handshake and an introduction, but he didn’t hesitate in taking the offered hand. “Red,” he replied. Just in time for the man--DJ--to lurch forward. Red’s arms darted forward, but there was no need; DJ quickly collected himself.

No kidding, Red thought when DJ mentioned his exhaustion. Then, he hesitated before saying, “Do you want help?” He didn’t like the idea of him wandering through the hotel in a daze, all by his lonesome.

[silentpeak]

But You Know Legends Never Die || Immortal AU

[platinams]

She lets herself allow the slightest smile as he accepts her offer; something she hopes he doesn’t see in his current haze between death and recovery. “Good,” she says, before sitting back to wait a few more moments. If he’d just been shot, it ought to take a few more minutes before he could at least see. Being what she was, she was stronger than most mortals, but that didn’t make guiding a blind man and his weight any easier.

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[silentpeak]

Everything was...starting to feel better, at least. As the time (was it seconds? minutes?) passed away under the woman’s patient gaze, Red felt his body mending itself itself. His mind became clearer, the pain lessened (though it hadn’t quite become ignorable yet), and his vision came into focus. Red stared as the woman checked him over.

Her movements were sure and decisive; she seemed like she knew what she was doing, to say the least. Was she a doctor, or a nurse? Hard to tell. Red usually avoided hospitals, for obvious reasons. He couldn’t tell whether her skill was clinical or self-taught. All he could tell was that she’d likely done something like this before.

And...he could tell that this was better than dying alone, at least. It had been a long, long time since someone had looked after him while his body knit itself back together. He wasn’t exactly open with the whole immortality thing. Since he’d realized that he could neither die nor age--after the normal period of his life, what he still thought of as his “real life”--Red had done his best to keep to himself. Barely anyone had managed to drag his name out of him, much less the fact that he was immortal.

But just this small moment of understanding--it brought back better memories, ones that made him regret trying to cut himself off. That was...difficult to think about, though. The good memories sometimes hurt more than the bad ones.

Red’s brain skimmed over the woman’s medical analysis of his healing process. His head wasn’t exactly ready to accept much new information at the moment. The inner workings of his own healing ability weren’t something he’d ever paid much attention to. Whenever he would’ve had the opportunity, after all, he was usually in too much pain to do anything about it.

More than that, though--something she’d said before had caught his ear. It couldn’t be, but it had seemed like...and before, it had sounded like she’d known about...It had sounded like she was saying--

A hand reached out towards Red, offering him a way up from the ground. He nodded--yes, he thought he could probably stand at this point--and took the outstretched hand.

Red’s legs were still a little unsteady, but at least they didn’t collapse underneath him. He kept his hold tight on the woman’s arm as a wave of pain washed over him and his body swayed. He closed his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. Red nodded again, more to himself than her this time. Then, he picked his head up and met her eyes.

“You...you said ‘us.’”

[silentpeak]

you talk?

???

“Yes?"

When I have something to say?

[silentpeak]

Inerasable || Red + Green

[grenvioux-deactivated20170619]

Though Viridian and Pallet may have been a short, walking distance away from each other, Green found the walk to be an unbearable hassle. He was an adult, so there was nothing wrong in moving out and having his own place in Viridian, right?

…Well, it wasn’t like he actually spent time in Pallet anyways. Other than to sleep, (occasionally) eat, get an earful from Gramps, and talk to his sister, there was little to no need to go there. He let Vee hop on his shoulder and, with hands stuffed deep inside of his pocket, his long strides took him back home.

Usually, one can hear each quarter-inch blades of grass sway with the wind – that’s just how listless and quiet Pallet Town was, but today it was a bit different. From the middle-aged men and women, to the toddlers and youngsters, the residents were outside of their respected yards and whispering into each others’ ears.

“The hell?”

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[silentpeak]

Green. Green. Green.

The sight of his friend drove out all other thoughts from Red’s head. His mind seemed to skip back across the years, back to when things were simple. Before his disappearance, before their journey, even before his father...

Green had always been such an integral part of Red’s life. For as long as he could remember, Green’s presence was as obvious, as expected, as his arm or leg. Suddenly, Red just couldn’t understand how he’d managed all that time without seeing Green. His oldest friend, his closest companion.

Red almost let himself smile. He almost let himself reach out and wrap Green in a long overdue hug. He almost let himself think that things would go back to the way they had been.

But Green’s harsh words were a stark reminder of the new reality of their relationship.

Red flinched at the severity of Green’s tone. He couldn’t quite bring himself to be offended, though. After all, didn’t he deserve this--the insults, the demands of where he’d been and why he even bothered to come back? It wasn’t Green who fucked up this relationship, after all. Oh no, was Red’s work through and through. Red was the one who’d taken the wonderful, fantastic, easy thing that they’d had and shattered it against the floor. Red was the one who’d disappeared for years without a word to the people who were supposed to meant the world to him.

That was on him.

Red had to reply. He had to say something, at least--how long had he been standing there, staring at Green with that dumb look of resignation on his face? He opened his mouth, but no words emerged. He wondered, But what do I say?

What he wanted most to say was sorry. For everything. He wanted to say it, to show Green how much he really meant it, and to then go back to being the friends they had once been. He wanted to pour his heart out--all the guilt, all the insecurities, all of it.

But he didn’t have the right. Not after what he’d done. How could he possibly think that sorry would ever be enough? 

So all he said was, “Thought it was time.”

Oh, wow. That was idiotic. What was that supposed to be? A joke? The understatement of the century? Either way, it didn’t express what Red had wanted. Not at all. He ducked his head and focused on the dust coating his sneakers instead. He hoped against hope that Green didn’t notice the tremor in his fingers as he clutched at the strap of his bag.

[silentpeak]

♤ + leafdesu and grenvioux (imsosorry)

♤: Taking a bath together

(hooo boy)

The summer storm had transformed the roads running through Pallet into a muddy disaster zone. Green and Leaf, on their way to visit Red, had been unfortunate enough to get caught in the crossfire of hurricane winds and slippery pathways. One of them had fallen, and taken the other with them (though they couldn’t seem to agree on who, exactly, that first klutz had been). 

Either way, though, the end result was the same: two very dirty, very unhappy friends showing up on Red’s doorstep in dire need of a shower and a change of clothes. He asked no questions (though he couldn’t quite repress that tiny, amused smile), but ushered them without a word towards his bathroom.

Leaf went in first, by some unspoken agreement. Green waited, dripping and frowning, outside the bathroom door while Red scoured his closet for clothes that would fit the two of them. He was still looking when Leaf let Green in to have his turn. 

Of course, it couldn’t just be that easy.

“You missed a spot,” Green told her, flicking at the hair near the nape of her neck, which was still coated in a thin layer of mud.

Leaf’s fingers searched the spot. “I was trying to be quick,” she offered as an explanation. She dipped her fingers in the stream of water falling from the shower head and tried to work the dirt out of her hair. 

“Nope. Nope. Still there. You’re-–no. Here, lemme help–-”

Green tried to gently guide her head down under the water, but she resisted (with a blush, not that she’d ever let Green see that). She was fine, she could do it herself, she–-

She slipped. Green grabbed at her hand, but instead of pulling her back, she dragged him forward, forcing him to tumble with her down into the tub.

Was that two for two for Leaf, or a reversal? They couldn’t agree on that, either.

The crash drew Red back to the open door of the bathroom. He stuck his head inside, saying, “What was-–?”

He paused, taking in the scene before him. Green, still fully dressed, Leaf, dressed only in a robe, both sitting in the bathtub as the shower water streamed over them. Red stepped closer and reached out a hand to help them up. “What happened?”

They didn’t answer, though. There was another unspoken agreement, it seemed--both Leaf and Green grabbed Red by the arm and, without a word, tugged him down into the shower with them.

They stayed like that for a good long while with the water pouring over them. Their limbs were too tangled to allow them to extricate themselves with any speed–-and besides, they were laughing too hard to move for a long, long time.

[silentpeak]

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

Sure, it had been Red’s idea to camp out together for the night, but, well-–credit where credit was due. The fact that it turned into a blanket fort of epic proportions was entirely Lucille’s doing. Red had been content to roll out his sleeping bag and let that be the end of it, but Lucille refused to let the fun of the day end that easily.

It had begun when she’d spotted two trees standing close to one another and the thick branch stretching between them. With some rocks to weigh down the edges and a little help from the somewhat taller Red, Lucille had draped her own blanket overtop the branch to make a tent of sort.

But that wasn’t nearly enough. Oh no. Soon enough her pillow, and Red’s, and his sleeping bag, too-–all they had became nothing more than potential materials for the fort.

And when they finally finished, climbed inside, and lit the place up, Red had to admit: it was nice. Cozy. Crouched down inside with their meager light flickering, the rest of the world seemed irrelevant. Even nonexistent. It was a magical feeling.

Of course, a problem soon arose: it was cold. Literally freezing, in fact. They couldn’t light a fire without setting their lovely fort alight, and they’d run out of blankets long, long ago. Red noticed Lucille shivering–-her chattering teeth breaking up the constant flow of her voice-–before he noticed the cold himself.

Red wanted to shift closer, to offer her some of his own warmth, just for practicality’s sake. But then, he didn’t want to invade her space, and he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. Red hesitated.

Before he could move, though, Lucille had scooted in closer and pressed her shoulder up against his without a comment. She just kept on talking, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That was all the invitation Red needed. He curled in closer, doing his best to cover her small frame with his own limbs.

Maybe they’d have to take down part of the fort down eventually, just so they had enough blanket between them to avoid shivering through the night. But for now, Red was content to let simple touch be their only source of warmth.

[silentpeak]

so how often do each of those two visit you at mt silver?

“Every so often. Usually if I’m up there for too long and forget to tell anyone.”

At least, nowadays. Back when he first disappeared, he purposely didn’t let anyone know where he was going, so...hard to visit, huh?

[silentpeak]

You know somebody showed this to Leaf right? leafdesu,tumblr,com/post/144980799722/hey-leaf-look-what-i-found

{ x , x }

“Okay. But why--”

He glances at Leaf. Reads her expression. “Hm?”

Hmmmm?

[fuckyeahtrainerred-blog]

[silentpeak]

♡

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

It was easier, somehow, to talk when it got later into the night. Lying there on the bed with Leaf, it just seemed like a magical time.

They’d started out on the edge of the bed, sitting with their legs dangling over the side as went through the usual process of getting caught up on each other’s lives. As the sun set outside her bedroom window, they’d shifted further onto the covers. They sat cross-legged in the center of it all, laughing and reminiscing about their shared childhood. And as the clock ticked on and reached into those strange hours between this day and the next, they’d ended up lying there, side by side, talking about all those things that would have usually terrified Red to speak aloud.

The dim light of the moon peeking through the curtains gave everything a silvery, otherworldly glow. At a certain point, Red and Leaf just fell into a comfortable silence. He could feel the ever so slight shifting as her breathe rose and fell, could feel her warmth seeping into his skin from where their arms brushed up against one another. 

In that moment, he needed nothing else in the world.

Red didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep, but he knew he must have. The light was different when he awoke-–that thin, grey light of early morning. And more than that, he and Leaf had curled in close sometime over the night. They laid there with their legs intertwined and their faces mere inches apart. Her hand stretched across the gap between their chests, reaching.

If Red had been more awake, he might’ve pulled away. But at the time, it was difficult to argue with his sleep-logged mind. Especially when this felt so easy, so natural. Red turned in closer to her and allowed his own arm to bridge the space between them. His hand fell against hers, and Leaf–-unconsciously, or was she awake, too?-–laced her fingers between his with a soft murmur.

Red smiled and slipped back into that simple, easy sleep.

[silentpeak]

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

A quiet had fallen over the room where Red and Green sat, side by side. That by itself was strange enough; there was a time, not too long ago, where they couldn’t be within ten feet of each other without filling the silence with banter or a battle. Now, there was just a sort of calm.

Red had settled deep into the couch somewhere over the course of the movie. It was something older, nostalgic. He’d seen it so many times that every ebb and flow of the plot was familiar, and watching it again felt like coming home. He didn’t have to pay attention too much, not really, but he liked it enough to see it all again. 

They were probably halfway through when Green’s hand brushed up against the back of Red’s head. It felt…nice. Natural, somehow. So much so that it took Red a few long minutes before he truly noticed the fact that Green’s fingers were twirling around his hair. He had to resist the urge to jolt with the realization; somewhere deep down, he worried that he might scare Green off.

So, he didn’t move, except to shut his eyes and breathe out a long sigh. In that moment, the sound of the movie seemed to fade out, leaving him with nothing but the soft touch of Green’s fingertips.

Eventually, of course, Red had to shift his position. That slight movement seemed to draw Green’s attention away from the movie, enough to realize what, exactly, he’d been doing. Green snatched his hand back. Red tried to swallow his disappointment.

Red waited for some snappy comeback from Green. None came; the silence remained. Finally, Red glanced towards him. 

The flickering light of the tv lit up Green’s face in shades of summer gold. He was staring pointedly at the screen–a little too pointedly, Red thought. He kept staring. Until, finally–

“What?” 

Obvious. Defensive. Transparent.

Red blinked. Then, his voice low, he replied, “Don’t stop.”

[silentpeak]

♡ if it's possible between our muses!

♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together

Of course it’s possible Morty takes in every lost child i mean really

“My door is always open,” Morty had said. Yes, he’d said that, of course, but Red had still had trouble knocking on his door that night. If it wasn’t literally freezing out-–and he hadn’t made a promise to some very important people not to camp out in subzero temperatures again-–he wouldn’t have done it.

And yet...

Morty had let him in. Had offered him a place to stay for the night, some food to eat, like it was nothing. Like it was easy. Red couldn’t find the words to express the full extent of his gratitude–so, for the moment, a simple “Thank you” had to be sufficient.

Now, they were sitting together on Morty’s couch, watching terrible late-night television. Red wasn’t paying attention, not really. His eyes kept drooping, unbidden. He tried to remember the last time he’d gone to sleep and came up empty. His insomnia had come back with a vengeance recently. Sleep had felt–-wrong. Unsafe, unnecessary, a waste of time.

But it didn’t feel like that now. Not at all. The blanket Morty had offered him was soft, the room was warm, and he felt safe for the first time in a long while.

Red’s eyelids fell, and this time they didn’t snap back open. His head tilted first, then his entire body. His face drooped onto Morty’s shoulder, and there he stayed.

Morty hadn’t wanted to wake him–-poor kid looked like he hadn’t slept in a week–-so he didn’t. Just for a little while. Just until he went to bed himself.

But soon enough, he was drifting off, too.

They remained that was the whole night–-the tv on low, the blanket wrapped around them, Red’s head on Morty’s shoulder and Morty’s face tilted down into Red’s hair in return. It shouldn’t have been a comfortable position–-and indeed, it wasn’t, not physically. But it was comfortable in another way entirely, and to Red, that was more than worth the sore neck he had the next day.

[silentpeak]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[silentpeak]

red what are you doing to pikachu in this ecruteakmystic(.)tumblr(.)com/post/135849243445/granzchesta%E8%8A%B1%E7%B2%89%E7%97%87

{ x }

“I was hiding.” Paparazzi, amiright? “...Don’t be weird.”

[rokettoenpitsuarchive-blog]

[silentpeak]

hey red mun, did leaf mun show you guys this? leafdesu(.)tumblr(.)com/post/118750078672

{ x }

oh my god, I actually remember that from way back when. It’s just…so beautiful ;-;

Side note, can’t believe there’s not an actual ship name for those three. We should make one.

NEVER MIND IT’S CALLED HISTORYSHIPPING THANK U KIND ANON

[silentpeak]

But You Know Legends Never Die || Immortal AU

[platinams]

The worst parts of a city never change, regardless of how much time seems to pass. It’s the same for every one of them; suspicious alleyways with suspicious people occupying their time with suspicious things. She has always made a point to frequent them as little as possible, as she’s had little desire to find herself awoken after a messy end between either a bullet shot or a knife wound. It’s become inconvenient, more than anything, to spend wasteful hours waiting for organs and bones to heal when she could be doing better things (productive ones, she prefers). 

Her mother had always thought her the practical type, long ago, and Dawn has always been hardy enough to stay true to that. 

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[silentpeak]

Red couldn’t tell where the girl ended and the light behind her began. With his vision as fuzzy as it was, all he could make out of her figure was an impressionistic smear of dark hair and pale skin. He kept his gaze trained on the place where he thought her eyes were--it was all a guessing game at this point, but he was at least marginally sure of that much. His hazy mind latched onto that certainty.

The sudden sharpness of her voice in the silence was enough to drag Red back down from that dream-like haze, it seemed. Or maybe he was finally starting to heal; it was difficult to tell.

Red followed the woman’s finger down to his bloodstained shirt. The true extent of the wound was hidden by the darkness of the fabric, but he could tell just by the weight of it that there was a lot of blood. Yet another article of clothing for the trash. Fantastic.

“With a hole like that, you shouldn’t be alive right now, right?”

“Mhm,” was the only reply Red could make. He didn’t have the ability to think up a convincing denial at the moment. Not even a sharp comeback. He wasn’t sure that the woman had heard his mumbled response anyway.

She continued on, and Red struggled to keep his hold on the threads of conversation. Better to focus on that than the flaming pain in his gut, after all. But he had to be getting something wrong, because it sounded like--

It sounded like she knew.

Like she already knew, already understood.

That he would be fine. That he would heal. That he would live.

He frowned up at her, confused. He was so busy trying to wrap his head around what she’d already said that he almost didn’t notice her offer.

It took him a long few moments to process. The gears in his head were turning like they’d been dipped in glue. He got there eventually, though. And then, finally--

Red nodded.

He tried to get a word out. It took a mountain of effort, but eventually he managed to breathe, “Please.”

Maybe it was stupid, but he didn’t have the energy for suspicion at the moment. And if he had the chance to not bleed out alone, well...how could he say no?

And besides, what was the worst she could do? Kill him?