#wanderingsnowflakes

[yoshidamn-blog]

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↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

        the woman is beautiful. he’s slightly intoxicated, his judgment is clouded, and she’s beautiful. she looks like her, with orange hair. but it’s not as wild, not as glossy. her eyes are the wrong shade of blue. she doesn’t have as many freckles. but she looks enough like her to draw him in. to make him feel whole.

       soft, sweet words are whispered to him below the heavy thrum of the bass. her body presses against his as they dance. she’s an awful dancer, but he doesn’t notice. he’s probably worse in his inebriated state. his hands run along her waist, drawing her in closer. he wants her. he’s hungry. god, when was the last time he was with a woman?

       when she touches his jaw, it’s familiar. like she would do when he was upset. to calm him down.

       the bathroom stall is too big for the both of them, so they’re squeezed in tight, but he gives into lust just that once and lets his feelings get the better of him.

[hutchedrabbit-blog]

Bar Hopping (Closed w/Snow)

Leverette didn't respond to Snow's text, preferring to scowl down at his phone and curse his friend's inability to help. Or unwillingness. How much clearer could he have been? Maybe if he'd known the bar he was out. Maybe it he knew the street signs. Maybe if he could walk outside and look for himself. He slammed his fist on the table and hissed out a breath at the pain that shot up from his wrist. His arm numbed and he watched the skin around his ulna until footsteps slid against hardwood floor and his father dropped into the seat across from his again. 

"Il'e vien' pas," Levy mumbled. He looked up from his arm and glazed eyes flicked back and forth between the wavering shape of his father. Good, that was good. "Il'e 'en' 'as j'ais le faire moi même'." Christophe raised bushy brows and his legs followed suit when Leverette braced his hands on the table and attempted to rise. "J'ais le faire moi-même!" He lurched forward to shake off his father's hand tight around his shoulder and stumbled into the chair behind him. He didn't resist when Christophe pulled him to his feet and he leaned against him as they made their way out of the building, but he tugged in the direction he thought the pokemon center was as soon as they were out. 

"La voiture," Christophe insisted, grip tightening, but Levy shook his head. The sidewalk rolled under his feet and Christophe didn't have much of a choice but to follow the man down to the ground when he knees gave way. "La voiture," he repeated, looking into his son's unfocused ones, before situating him against the wall of the bar and walking briskly down the street. 

[hutchedrabbit-blog]

Not a Leg to Stand On (Closed w/Snow)

"You don't have to stay here," Leverette mumbled, turning his eyes away from the window to glance at his father. The man's eyebrows rose but his mouth remained closed. It had been close to an hour since the last text sent to Snow, and he was wondering when his friend would arrive and when he should except the...Leverette stopped his thoughts and swallowed, almost choking when his throat tightened. His fingers curled into the sheets of the hospital bed and they slowly relaxed with a soft wave of comfort. He didn't need to look to see the source of it. No amount of half-hearted arguements and not quiet glares was going to stop his pokemon from helping him and...in all honest, Leverette was more afraid of losing the false sense of security than the weariness of his newly evolved Sylveon. 

Levy let out a breath as the eyes stayed on him. "I...asked a friend to pick up Ares' things in Dendemille and bring it to the hotel." He watched the gaze falter and he dropped his own to the floor. There was a squeaking of chair legs and the soft puff of air of a compressed cushion finally relieved of its weight and Levy nodded in silent thanks. His father shut the door behind him, and with Christopher went the last of his energy. It was getting more difficult to put his mouth into the small smile he usually carried, more tiresome to find his voice behind the hurt and fear stuck in his throat. Leverette moved a hand to rub a thumb over the curve of his leg before scratching behind Aelferic's ears.