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With dignity and respect. This is a closed gameverse Wallace RP blog associated with National Park. Original artwork by mun. Under construction!

[melanterite]

Home || Steven & Wallace

[melanterite]

“Wallace… I missed you,” said Steven, burying his face into his fiance’s shoulder. He let his curled fingers relax against Wallace’s back as they hugged.

It was the little things that made Steven realize just how much he missed Wallace. The faint throb of Wallace’s heartbeat against his chest, the way he wrapped his arms around him—tight, secure, but not uncomfortably so. Steven breathed in Wallace’s scent and tightened his arms around him before breaking the embrace. He hung his arms around Wallace’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “I missed you. So much…”

A surge of pure, energetic bliss jolted through him. Steven pecked and then kissed Wallace’s lips without a moment’s hesitation in between—the first frantic, the second more defined.

Steven graced his fiance’s jaw with his hand, examining his face with a concerned frown. He noted how tired Wallace looked layers deep under the thrill of their reunion. Tiny bags were forming under his bright eyes, and his demeanor felt strained. Steven brought his arms down and locked his fingers into Wallace’s.

“I was able to come home early and wanted to see you…” Steven murmured. Distracted, he brushed a loose strand of hair from Wallace’s face. “I hope that you aren’t just now returning home yourself, but from the looks of it… is everything okay? What happened?”

[wassili]

Despite just coming from a night too long and stagnant, Wallace gladly welcomed the time-stopping sensation of being in Steven’s arms. Hearing Steven speak put him at ease; he smiled into each kiss.

Wallace leaned gently into the champion’s touch, almost forgetting the strenuous night behind him had it not been for the worry in Steven’s face, and the faint reflection of his own fatigue in Steven’s eyes. It was almost too good to be true--hearing and seeing his fiancé in real life was immensely gratifying after months of grainy video calls; no more dropped frames or poor reception. Not now. Wallace smiled and glanced away, suddenly aware that he had been staring and not answering.

“I regret not presenting myself better for your surprise return... I look silly; I’m aware,” he giggled through a sigh, “Ah... There have been... fairly concerning claims, regarding an ‘unknown disturbance’ resonating from the Cave. Such a thing is relatively normal as Pokémon naturally reside within, but, seeing as I had to be called in the middle of the night for judgement...

“...Don’t let it spoil your homecoming, love,” Wallace decided to cut it there, looking back at Steven with a reassuring smile and squeezing his hand. Steven had returned early for him, he reminded himself. Don’t be disrespectful. “I’d still be over there if it was still dire. We can talk about it more later if you’re curious, but for now...”

Wallace leaned in to give Steven’s forehead a tender kiss before pulling back just enough to reach his house key from his pocket. “Why don’t you come in? The house has missed you nearly as much as I have, my dear. Let me take your suitcase..." He stepped around his fiancé to unlock his door before bending down to grasp the handle of his luggage, still smiling.

[melanterite]

Home || Steven & Wallace

Steven wasn’t good at surprises but he figured he’d try. Just this once.

Early that morning, well before dawn, Steven arrived back in Hoenn two days earlier than scheduled. It would be nice, he thought, to pay Wallace a surprise visit that morning. Catch up over some coffee or tea before their busy days began.

He started to have second thoughts about his plan while he weaved through Sootopolis’s quiet streets towards Wallace’s home, dragging his heavy luggage filled with samples from Chargestone Cave behind him. What if Wallace wasn’t home—out training, perhaps? What if he wasn’t awake yet and needed the sleep?

Feeling far too many knots in his stomach than he preferred at such an hour, Steven glanced at his watch. It was almost dawn now. The sun peeked over the jagged Sootopolitan horizon.

After taking a deep breath, Steven quietly knocked three times on Wallace’s front door and took a step back. He waited, curling his fingers around the handle of his luggage.

[wassili]

A guardian must always be ready to serve his cause.

When his PokéNav barked at him late into the previous night, a throat-tightening sense of urgency roused Wallace from his sleep and out the door. The chilly night trip to the Cave of Origin was sickeningly familiar, and, though the situation could not compare in severity to any recent near-apocalyptic event, he couldn’t help but feel stiff with a nostalgic worry that now manifested in the lump in his throat.

Time-sensitive crises involving restricted, untouchable areas only meant stressing and waiting. Arrangements made at unreasonable hours were undoubtedly frustrating, and Wallace, though finally free to leave hours later, could expect to be called back at any time that day. It, at the very least, relieved him that the ‘cave disturbance situation’ was brought to his attention and addressed sooner rather than later; after all, Steven was meant to return from his trip later this week, and to give him anything but his full attention during such an exciting reunion would have been most inappropriate.

The gradual push of the sun’s rays washed away Wallace’s hopes for being home in time to catch up on his sleep; strolling through walkways and gliding down stairs, he resolved to welcome the morning with a tired smile. While surprise emergencies and schedule changes weren’t foreign to him, as someone with great administrative responsibility in his beloved home community, Wallace wouldn’t have minded some rest.

With his Gym set to be closed that day, Wallace had a long morning of training to look forward to... but perhaps after some breakfast. Wallace's gaze drifted away from the view of the Gym and glanced up in the direction of his approaching home. He squinted. Shadows play tricks on the eyes all the time, he knew, but shadows also seldom took solid form, nor did they tend to look like Steven.

Wallace choked on an abrupt gasp, his hand flying up to silence himself. A moment of scrutiny held him suspended before he released his breath and quickened his pace. Wallace couldn’t tame his wide smile as he approached Steven from behind. 

“Steven!” he laughed, revived over the first wave of good news of the day. He waited to be acknowledged before pulling Steven into a tight embrace, "Goodness, what.. on earth are you doing here?”