anon said: Steven, tell us what you think about Wallace / do you have any idea what you’re asking for at 10 in the fucking morning. @ohtragedy come get your food. | accepting.
Oh, Wallace, huh. The name automatically brings a smile to his lips before a hand dips behind to his belt, procuring a pokeball and allowing it to open. Out comes Metagross, another creature that had a long, long history with Sootopolis’ most revered resident, and Steven plops right on top of them. A throne, so to speak, but, no, he was aware he’d be here awhile, considering there’s about ten different answers that try to take control of his speech at once. It’s enough to make him laugh softly, legs folding one over the other gracefully. “I hope you’re ready for an impromptu history lesson, while you’re at it,” he beams, to which even Metagross makes a sound ( something along the lines of ‘oh, here we fucking go’ ).
“--For a brief start, I’ve never known someone who could do it all like he does. It’s amazing, really. I envy him, if you can believe it. There’s literally nothing he can’t do. He can adapt to anything---he’s really like water.. fits in anything and everything like a glove; he’s important no matter where he is or what he’s doing.” If anything, Steven had learned his flexibilities from Wallace specifically--maturing alongside him meant that, inevitably, they had rubbed off on one another---the good habits and the bad habits.
“I envy him in that, but.. I respect him a lot more than I lead on,” Steven admits fondly--which is silly coming from him, seeing as he’s so domestic when Wallace is around. “I think he’s the only person that knows me better than I know myself.” It’s a very simple way of describing the kind of knowledge Wallace has of him. Steven knows well that the other could so easily bring out different sides of him, maybe as far as to call them personalities depending on the context. Steven wanted nothing more than to give his all and Wallace knew exactly how to bring that out of him. No one else had him on strings like that, and he was aware that it was the same vice versa. Steven could ask anything of Wallace and he’d do it, with or without hesitation. And he had asked some incredibly challenging things of him before. That being said..
“I trust him with my life. I’d trust him with anything, really.” His voice loses the air of bemusement because he’s thinking about it, just how far he’d actually go for this one, singular soul. What kind of person would he be now if he wasn’t there--or as integrated into his life as he was now? It was literal years of history between them, between history buffs and gym challenges, to travels and duties and title matches. The answer looms it’s shadow, stretching farther and farther, causing Steven to momentarily rest a hand over his temple with a small half-humored laugh. The more he thought about it, the more he understands, there’s no healthy explanation for the way these two look at one another anymore. There had been a point where innocence was lost, but that was the sacrifice of growing up. Steven may not have lost his wonder, but he had certainly lost his innocence.
“I think--no, I’m pretty sure I value him more than I value myself. We’ve lived through so much together it’s.. I don’t know how else to describe what I think. I think a lot of things when it comes to him even if I’m not aware of it at the time. I can be shallow and say I think he’s elegant and the most beautiful creature to ever exist. That’s easy. He already knows that, anyway, but no one is above enjoying a little flattery.” His hands come together, lacing fingers as he presses his chin into the dip above overlapping thumbs. Even Metagross looks up at him curiously. There’s a hanging pause and Steven finds a string of words that make sense to him ( at least, to describe the feelings and opinions that aren’t so obvious ).
“..Don’t get me wrong. I don’t worship him. I revere him, but he’s not my god. I think of him as my absolute equal. However. The world would be my collateral if something ever happened to him.”
