#cinnablaine

[brocksolidabs]

take my hand, i’ll show you the way || blaine + brock

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the Pidgeys were chirping, the happy go lucky public was contentedly gallivanting along. It seemed as if everyone and every thing was enjoying the bright, sunshiny day. Everyone except a young soon-to-be gym leader. 

Brock let out an over-dramatic sigh as he flopped down on the steps of Indigo Plateau and stared at the blue cloudless sky. He was supposed to be waiting for an experienced gym leader to come and show him around. He was supposed to be taught everything about being one of Kanto’s finest by one of Kanto’s finest. 

If this had been even a year ago, Brock would have been ecstatic about being chosen as the new gym leader. It was a dream come true! Unfortunately this dream came with some side-effects. For one, Brock and all of his siblings were essentially orphans now. Whoop-de-doo. Add that to the fact that, at the tender age of twelve, the young man had to take care of a giant family and manage a gym all on his own. 

With the circumstances surrounding him becoming a gym leader, Brock was understandably miffed. Letting his thoughts overtake him, the rock type specialist closed his eyes and didn’t notice anyone making their way to him until he heard a smack on the side of the staircase he was laying on. “Huh?” He asked, blinking. 

[spitfireprodigy-blog]

"Since you haven't been a pain in my back that much, I suppose I'll give this to you." Blaine hands the young man a reddish warm stone. "You know what that is. Knock yourself out." Blaine gives Flint a smile. "Consider it a Christmas gift from me."

Flint can hardly contain his excitment, a fire stone was important to many fire type evolutions. And he knew exactly who he wanted it to be used on.

“THANKS OLD MAN I LOVE YOU!!!”

[embev]

what ashes denote [event] || Blaine+Fire

Winter loomed over the region. Some cities and towns were blessed with its gentle showers, the season blanketing homes and streets with a veil of glittering snow and holiday spirit. Others were still clinging onto the tail of autumn or were simply resistant against its enlivening effects. Pallet had yet to greet its puffy clouds; Cinnabar denied it almost altogether.

Only winter’s silence managed to consume the island.

But Fire just happened to disturb this “peace,” suddenly sputtering when tiny glowing embers hit his cheeks. He shook his head, something clinking in his backpack as he collected himself. The trainer looked up at his Talonflame; he arched a brow, but a smile assured his busy Pokemon that he wasn’t at all upset.

“Seriously, Talonflame, I’m okay! It’s really not that cold.” They weren’t flying too high, actually. Fire’s legs dangled just a couple of yards above the water’s surface. “We’re almost there anyway.”

He couldn’t help but feel a little relieved when his feet finally hit the ground. He wasn’t used to traveling with his Talonflame-- and the bird felt just as awkward, of course. Fire was accustomed to Charizard’s warm and contoured back (deserving of a break); and Talonflame, other Pokemon in its grip. Not its trainer. Luckily the trip was short for the both of them. Fire rolled his wrists a bit before he went to work, eyeing his Flying Pokemon as he took off his backpack. It nipped at its wings, embers still emerging from its feathers. The bird looked to him curiously, and Fire took it as nothing, thanking his friend before returning it to its PokeBall.

Kneeling, the brunet quickly unzipped the bag to expose a pack of glass bottles and set those on the ground next to him. Then he fetched his PokeGear. While he was diligent, his thoughts were impatient, already seeking the aged man whose name flashed on the small screen.

Can’t hide from me, old man. With sudden triumph, he pressed the call button.

The wait was never too long; the young man was always patient when it came to him.

The island's roads were empty and rather dark. Fire would say the same for Cinnabar’s Gym if he wasn’t a familiar. He stood before the double doors, drinks in one hand and a ringing phone in the other.

Always before the last.

“Still awake? You’re not in the gym right now, are you?” Teasing was too easy.

[spitfireprodigy-blog]

"Hey kiddo! If you ever got yourself a girl and need any advice, you can come to me! I'm old so I have all sorts of experience," Blaine winks at Flint, lifting up his pinky finger and waggling it suggestively. "if you know what I mean. Hahaha."

“I- I’m pretty damn sure I don’t need advice Gramps- fairly certain in fact.”

[spitfireprodigy-blog]

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?" [Blaine to Flint that boy needs constant monitoring istg]

Flint was bent over and panting, who knew someone would actually use a close combat attack on him and not his infernape. His hand came up to wide teh corner of his mouth- tokeep the running blood at bay.

“Yeah...sure you got it gramps...I just didn’t expect that.”

[spitfireprodigy-blog]

cinnablaine

"Being a goof once in a while is good and all but...

“Someone needs to make sure to pull your head away from the clouds.”

“Hah, don’t let it get your mustache in a twist. I can be serious, but when they start dishing out the serious stuff, it can wait!”