mercy and mercury || steven + wallace
thebirdofthechapel
It had been a long while since they had last met.
It was like the beginning of any other story. Two people who hadn't seen each other for months, maybe years -- who had exchanged letters over one summer and decided to meet each other again, after a very, very long time.
And just like in any other story, they decided to meet in Sinnoh -- where they had last met.
Steven folded up the spare piece of parchment he had with an unsent draft, tucking it into his coat pocket. As he waited, he lifted his cup of tea and sampled it.
Just like always, the mint tea in Floaroma was as strong as it always had been. (A little too strong for his liking, actually. The locals seemed to like it just fine.)
He dropped another cube of sugar into his tea as a light breeze nipped at his skin following the opening of the tea house's door.
"Mikuri," said Steven, before looking up from his tea.