#wingerer

[fcilure-blog]

“I know you. You aren’t this terrible person people see you as and made you become. There’s still some light within you. I see it…”

     “ -- Cute. But... you’re wrong.”

     He couldn’t hold her gaze, dropping his eyes away from hers to stare down at his hands. Through the callouses and scars, he could see the DIRT that coated them -- grime and ash from the things he’d done, the things he had wanted to do. No one... not often had anyone forced him to do any of it. He’d CHOSEN his own actions, and the reason behind it... well. He didn’t really see how it EXCUSED any of what he’d done.

     “This is.. what I am, now. WHO I am. Probably... who I was always gonna be.”     With his father’s temper and his own useless nature, who else could he ever have been destined to become? Running one hand through his already unruly hair, raking his fingers along his scalp, he shrugged.

     “ -- And there ain’t no light in any of that.”

[1rxd-blog]

“You’re in my seat.”

@wingerer | [meme] | accepting

Now that he got some times for himself, Red decided to visit the renown Resort Hotel of Alola, the Hano Grand Resort. Though people said that the guests need to booked a year in advance, with a little ‘connection’, Red managed to booked one night to stay here. Well, it’s definitely not clear from whom Red got this extravagant luxury in the first place. 

Pika’s playing by the poolside and Snores fashionably snoring there too, while Red’s enjoying himself sunbathing. His eyes struck open, to see a certain woman with silver hair addressed him in a calm manner.

“Sorry, I thought the seat was vacant. I’m moving now.”

[firewcll]

Pining for the Fjord?!

(( Lovely plumage. Thank you! ))

[fcilure-blog]

❝ you have no fucking right to treat me this way. ❞

     “WHY? Because you’re some BIG SHOT golfer, now? Or because you’re some ELITE now, in Kukui’s stupid league? TCH. Don’t make me laugh -- If you’re so great, why don’t you ACT like it, instead of WHINING?”  

     He kicks at the ground, petulant, but also widening his stance, FIRMING it. He’s torn somewhere between COWERING before her, eyes flicking often toward the club she holds in her hand, and STRAIGHTENING his shoulders to lift himself up taller and higher, lest she continue to look down on him.

    “This ain’t the same island you left behind, Kahili. Didn’t you hear about ya boy Guzma? I’m the big bad boss of TEAM SKULL. I don’t have to listen to no one about nothin’ -- Not the Kahunas, not Kukui, and DEFINITELY not you. I’ll treat you HOW I WANT."

    He’s BITTER -- so very bitter. He would DENY it if accused, but it was true. Look at her -- how far she’s come, how much RESPECT she commands. She’s a champion, a member of the Elite Four, a strong trainer and a professional sportsman. She’s achieved her DREAMS, and found more, meanwhile... Him...

     “What are you gonna do about it?” He challenges her, SHOVING his feelings down into some dark place, where he doesn’t have to FACE them. “Run off? Leave? You’re good at that, aren’t you? Why don’t you just go back where you CAME from?”