Catch a glimpse of your face in the mirrorDon’t recognize, but I know we were closer thanThe life we knowThe life we knowTake the views from a place unfamiliarAnd visualize everything even better thanThe life we knowThe life we know
The bus rattles and shakes, spitting grey exhaust out of its pipes as it remains stalled at the busy traffic intersection. The windows are dirty enough for Skippy to view his own reflection in the panes. The image is blurry and out of focus, but in the bigger scheme of things, he likes what he sees. The blue-haired head leaning on his shoulder reminds him that leaving everything behind in Virbank City had been worth it – anything was worth it if it meant being able to live a life with her. As Venice continues to sleep soundly, Skippy allows himself a small smile and settles back into the threadbare cushions, letting his mind drift away and carry him slowly into the realm of dreamless sleep.
Struck a chord and we tried to rememberWhen we were far overseas finding shelter fromThe life we knowAnd the views that we found last foreverJust like the memories that brought us together inThe life we knowThe life we know
It had been a long time since they’d first met, but it had taken them this long to truly find each other. They had had encounter after encounter on one mission or another, whether it was Venice on an assignment for Team Magma or Skippy scoping out locations for his own gang. But somehow, their paths had never truly crossed until that one fateful night, when she’d found him hanging on to life by a thread in a dark alleyway. And Skippy believes he speaks for both of them when he says that saving him there and then could have been the best thing that happened to both of them.
Draw the outline of your past lifeSketching visions with your dark eyesAll decisions that we’re takingHave consequences still replayingPremonitions of the next lifeIf you don’t like it we can rewindThere’s a rip in time, continue going through itAnd leads us all into oblivion
Skippy knows that running away from his old life won’t simply delete his past. There are still numerous loose ends that he has yet to tie up, although there were many, many more when he’d first started preparing to leave. But his mind is already looking to the future. I’ll deal with the past when it comes back for me, he thinks. I’ll be ready for it. I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted now – nothing and nobody can get in my way now, not if they tried.
The bus jerks to a halt, and Skippy gently shakes Venice awake. They step off the shaking vehicle onto smooth grey-blue tiles of shale. The air smells of sea salt as a cool ocean breeze blows. Distant cries of Wingull and Pelipper are just audible over the crash of waves on the shore and the voices of marketplace vendors selling their wares. Skippy puts an arm around Venice as they make their way into Slateport City together, as ready as they’ll ever be to start anew. Even though this is foreign territory to Skippy, and the region itself is uncharted territory, he can’t help but feel that he is home at last.
How could you cry for me? | Venice & Kagari; violence tw!
Cause I don't feel bad about it.
Under her wing, like usual was a small grunt she had grown quite fond of. Somehow, Kagari felt the need to protect her. To keep her from what Team Magma could do to her. Yet, she could never find the words to tell her to leave outright. One of the rare times she actually went to work. Venice asked her to take a mission on with her. It was an undercover mission to find something or other. The details to her weren’t important.
The safety of her little grunt was.
Kagari pulled at the hood of her black coat carefully. “Are you sure its this place?” As much as she didn’t want to admit that she didn’t listen to a single word Venice was saying while she gave her the mission briefing. She had little choice but to speak up.
For an Admin, she sure was rusty.
“Hey, what are we even doing here? I’ve never been good at interrogation or anything.. I’m more of a step on your hands till you cry type of ‘gal..” For one, she was talking way too much. It was easy for them to have their cover blown in this dark alley. As the grunt walked ahead of her, she saw her take the corner and followed carefully.
Right into an unwanted situation. Apparently they were tailing someone and the admins large mouth had ruined it completely. Pursing her lips, the person in question turned. A gun in his hand, Kagari reached out for Venice but she was just out range.
It was aimed directly at her favorite grunt.
His voice was rough, he demanded to know what they wanted.
Seymour’s hands are always in some varying state of bandaged, dirty, and cut up from work around the base. His nails aren’t any better, as he’s got a terrible habit of biting them when he’s either bored or stressed (which is like what, 99% of the time?).
The doors to the school creaked and whined as they parted to let Green pass, eager to start another semester of teaching. The campus was all but deserted in the early morning, janitors and other professors roamed the halls, some scrambling to get their lessons ready and others just to stop and chat. However, this morning Green was on a mission: the week before the summer break ended, a new teacher was hired. This teacher would be taking over the chemistry department and according to the description the superintendent had left, the new teacher sounded like someone he knew.
Green opened the doors to the Science Wing, immediately the air temperature dropped to a mild degree and the air smelled of septic and a gentle yet stinging scent of various chemicals. Hung on the walls were diagrams and various examples of stellar student work, most of these charts and texts had citations and sources from his own grandfather. A proud smile crept across Green’s face upon reading the Oak name; his grandfather was thrilled to hear about Green’s wishes to become a professor. But deep down, Green suspected that his it was expected that he take on his grandfather’s lab coat. He did kick around the title of professor, Green traveled the world and researched various theories and made astounding discoveries. However, this life of thrills and excitement had lead Green yearning for more, he knew all about what the world had to offer but yet, no one to talk to it about. That’s when he turned into teaching and now, he was head of the History and World Studies departments and was the coach for the school’s battle and occasionally spoke about contest regulations to some of the students.
His trip down memory lane was briskly whiffed away when he found what he was looking for: the Science Wing’s Faculty Room. The scent of coffee teased his nose, but before he could grab a cup someone else walked into the room. Her hair was the color of lavender and her eyes were the ocean blue. She was new, he had never seen her around, but, what was she doing in the staff room?
“Good morning, have you seen the Chemistry Teacher around here? I have a hunch that he’s an old friend of mine and I wanna see if I’m right.”
Where are you? I miss you like crazy. What made you turn this way? Was it me? I wouldn’t dare blame this on you. I guess people really do change. But the last person I wished to change, was you.
The teacup rides get lonely, you know…
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♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.
I miss your fingers carding through my hair as I lay my head to rest on your thighs. Sometimes I wish you were mine. It’s too late when I realize, talking to a gravestone is rather lonesome.
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
dear dieary,
i met i girl today and she waz vary pretty. hur eis wer bloo like mommy’s favurit color. hur name is venise venizse venice she playd wif me and mad me smil. my frends say she doznt ecist becas dey cant see hur but i knoe she does. it makes me sad wen she is sad. i wish my frends cud see hur.
love, steven
✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).
"January 17th, xxxx
Hey Venice, today was a lot colder than it has been since the new year started. I’m getting married today. The dress that you begged me to buy you just for this day as my “best woman” is on the dresser with a slip of paper with your name on it.
It really hurts me to look at it.
It makes me think of you
and how much I hate you for dying.”
There’s a knock on the dresser door followed by a “Steven? It’s time, let’s go,” his best man Wallace’s voice slipped into the room. Standing up straight he re-read the piece of paper he wrote on and frowned. Picking it up, he tore it into a perfect half and threw it into the trash.
"Another unsent letter…" He muttered to himself.
☎: For a drunk phone call.
2:37am
"H-Hello?"
"DUDE VENICE! WHAT’S UP?"
Venice rolled on her bed as she smacked her palm to her forehead, “It’s 2 in the morning Steven, what the hell do you want? Are— Are you drunk?”
A loud laugh could be heard on the other side of the call, “Maybe, I don’t know. Haha duuude, the wind feels so good right now. Wish you were here honestly.”
Venice dug her face into the sheets and pinched herself, trying to hold down her growing blush.
"Venice? Veeenice??"
♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you’re allowed to specify what you want.
-the way her hips sway when she walks with heels on
-the way she bites her lips when shes nervous or holding back a laugh
-the way she twirls her hair around her finger while she talks on the phone
-the way she bites on her straws
-the way her eyes dance like crystals when they hit sunlight
these are all my favorites about venice
∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
They use jankenpon for every decision making situation like the 12 year olds that they are.
"Steven who’s turn is it to wash the dishes?!"
"JAN KEN PON."
"Venuuus! Can you go get the mail?"
"JAN KEN PON."
"I want to eat there."
"But I want to eat over there…"
"JAN KEN PON."
"Make the first move."
"No, you."
"Geez man up Steven Stone."
"…"
"JAN KEN PON."
☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.
Steven laughed as his classmate told a joke. Suddenly a large weight landed on his back causing him to lurch forward a bit a let out a small grunt, “AH?!” He shouted in confusion as small arms wrapped around his neck followed by a menacing giggle that sounded similar to the devil.
"BOSTON CRAB!"
Venice yelled as she began to wrap Steven up into a pretzel, his face pressed down on the school’s floor as he felt his arms go numb. “WHAT THE HELL, STOP VENICE STOP!!”
"There is no mercy is wrestling you filthy pleb."
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
"Ok ok ok hear me out though ok," Steven held up the dark gray v-neck to his chest, "the gray looks good but it makes my eyes too bright?" Next he held up the maroon v-neck, "Maroon looks good but like??? It doesn't look good with my hair. Venice what should I do?"
As calmly as she could, the shorter teen rubbed her temples and plastered on a smile, "I think they both look good on you Stevie."
"Yeah, bitch, I know but I can't get both of the same shirt. Who do you think I am? Gosh."
"STEVEN STONE WE'VE BEEN IN THE SAME STORE FOR 45 MINUTES JUST PICK A SHIRT."
"Oh my ARCEUS, why are you yelling at me," he fanned himself with a lanky hand, "I honestly thought you would be here to support me in my darkest hours but NO you just make it worst don't you VENICE."
"Pick. A. Shirt."
"Honestly Venice you are being so rude right now. Venice? Venice, where are you going?"
