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I guess I've always been the jealous type. I can't say I like how they are now better than before. Sure, it may be selfish for me think it, but it's true—I much better preferred it when my master wished for nothing more than his down fall.
But then I think—and the idea comes to my mind that maybe he never wanted that. Seeing how happy he is now, without the constant bickering and unwarranted words of hate, and seeing those kinder feelings reciprocated…Maybe my master had always hoped it would be like this. He scoots closer, and my master doesn't try to distance himself—in fact I can feel him lean in close, too. Their knees are touching, and I can hear them talking—what it is exactly they're saying, I can't understand.
But the tones.
They're low and hushed; the fact that they're smiling at each other can be heard and felt in the vibrations of their voices. Eevee's asleep in his lap, and his hand is gently stroking her coat as they speak, their actions, or lack thereof really, are what tell me that the continuity of these dynamics is going to last for a long time. I don't see how eevee can stand it.
They're so unbearably close and so gentle towards each other—perhaps she knew long before I did how her master felt. How could she have possibly known? My master shares his deepest, darkest thoughts with me in the secrecy of silence and tender strokes of the fur and scratches of the ear. What he's confided in her, I don't know, but the significance is probably something that shouldn't be doubted.
Is she really alright with this? Is she really alright with coming in second? To be beaten out by someone she's come to see as an adversary?
Her black, sleepy, and gleaming eyes open a crack, and she stares at my master. Her ear twitches, and I see her eyes open wider as she looks up longingly as her own master. My own ear ticks to the left, agitated, and I quietly urge her to say something, do something to get his attention if she wants it so badly. A single glance from her sad eyes is all it takes-- one millisecond of eye contact before she nuzzles back into her master's lap, as if she can't stand to watch anymore.
At that moment, I feel the dry cave air settle onto my back as my master lifts his gloved hand from my body.
I want to whine, make a noise, or shock both my master and eevee's master— how dare they change like this. I can't, though. My master is glowing. He's never looked so happy before, the hand that was once placed on my lower back is on his cheek, and I watch, as if forcing myself to accept the truth as my master's fingers tremble, like he's afraid—but I can tell he's not. It's because he's laughing. They lean in closer, and their foreheads bump together—eevee's master looks a tad confused and rather flustered.
I don't think what he said was supposed to be funny.
My master tilts his jaw upwards, as he has many a time before, and they both close their eyes. I close mine as well, mimicking eevee's charade. A few moments and low mumbles later, I can feel a palm in between my ears. It's my master's, but it's heavier than usual—the palm of eevee's master is laid atop it. I pretend to open my eyes, as if arisen from slumber, and the extra weight is slowly lifted from my head.
"Stay," I can hear my master say, sounding deflated and disappointed. My heart feels as if it's about to be torn in two at the seams. He's not looking at me as his thumb twitches behind my ear. I stare at what he's so heartbreakingly focused on-- Eevee's master. He has a cheerless smile on his face, and he pulls his gloves on—"I have to go." The gravity of my master's hope wilting weighs on me like a boulder.
He's on his haunches, ready to leave my master to wallow by himself up here—I know it will be at least a day before we actually train, now that he's visited. He leans in and presses his lips to my master's forehead, just as my master has done for me time and time again.
When he's finally gone, my master pulls me and his knees up close to his chest. He pets my head and sighs, eyes staring at me, and yet somehow still looking at eevee's master.
But then I think—and the idea comes to my mind that maybe he never wanted that. Seeing how happy he is now, without the constant bickering and unwarranted words of hate, and seeing those kinder feelings reciprocated…Maybe my master had always hoped it would be like this. He scoots closer, and my master doesn't try to distance himself—in fact I can feel him lean in close, too. Their knees are touching, and I can hear them talking—what it is exactly they're saying, I can't understand.
But the tones.
They're low and hushed; the fact that they're smiling at each other can be heard and felt in the vibrations of their voices. Eevee's asleep in his lap, and his hand is gently stroking her coat as they speak, their actions, or lack thereof really, are what tell me that the continuity of these dynamics is going to last for a long time. I don't see how eevee can stand it.
They're so unbearably close and so gentle towards each other—perhaps she knew long before I did how her master felt. How could she have possibly known? My master shares his deepest, darkest thoughts with me in the secrecy of silence and tender strokes of the fur and scratches of the ear. What he's confided in her, I don't know, but the significance is probably something that shouldn't be doubted.
Is she really alright with this? Is she really alright with coming in second? To be beaten out by someone she's come to see as an adversary?
Her black, sleepy, and gleaming eyes open a crack, and she stares at my master. Her ear twitches, and I see her eyes open wider as she looks up longingly as her own master. My own ear ticks to the left, agitated, and I quietly urge her to say something, do something to get his attention if she wants it so badly. A single glance from her sad eyes is all it takes-- one millisecond of eye contact before she nuzzles back into her master's lap, as if she can't stand to watch anymore.
At that moment, I feel the dry cave air settle onto my back as my master lifts his gloved hand from my body.
I want to whine, make a noise, or shock both my master and eevee's master— how dare they change like this. I can't, though. My master is glowing. He's never looked so happy before, the hand that was once placed on my lower back is on his cheek, and I watch, as if forcing myself to accept the truth as my master's fingers tremble, like he's afraid—but I can tell he's not. It's because he's laughing. They lean in closer, and their foreheads bump together—eevee's master looks a tad confused and rather flustered.
I don't think what he said was supposed to be funny.
My master tilts his jaw upwards, as he has many a time before, and they both close their eyes. I close mine as well, mimicking eevee's charade. A few moments and low mumbles later, I can feel a palm in between my ears. It's my master's, but it's heavier than usual—the palm of eevee's master is laid atop it. I pretend to open my eyes, as if arisen from slumber, and the extra weight is slowly lifted from my head.
"Stay," I can hear my master say, sounding deflated and disappointed. My heart feels as if it's about to be torn in two at the seams. He's not looking at me as his thumb twitches behind my ear. I stare at what he's so heartbreakingly focused on-- Eevee's master. He has a cheerless smile on his face, and he pulls his gloves on—"I have to go." The gravity of my master's hope wilting weighs on me like a boulder.
He's on his haunches, ready to leave my master to wallow by himself up here—I know it will be at least a day before we actually train, now that he's visited. He leans in and presses his lips to my master's forehead, just as my master has done for me time and time again.
When he's finally gone, my master pulls me and his knees up close to his chest. He pets my head and sighs, eyes staring at me, and yet somehow still looking at eevee's master.
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Ash and his gang decided to take a break in Sunyshore City. Ash would battle Volkner tomorrow, but he decded to spend the day before the battle, resting and training. Dawn was practicing furiously for the upcoming Grand Festival, and Brock, well, was being Brock.
"Guys, I'm going for a walk!" Ash exclaims, running out of the Pokemon Center, before they could ask any questions. However, secretly, Ash wanted to meet one person. One purple headed person.
Paul.
He could feel himself blush, just thinking about him.
What exactly does Ash see in Paul? That's the question he asks himself everyday. He hated to admit it, but
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Well this is awkward.
Really awkward.
Silver's not looking at me.
We're alone.
We're room-mates.
We've been stuck like this for almost 4 hours now.
There's a problem with the train.
The doors won't open.
The windows won't open.
It's dark.
This is not what I planned.
Gold, age 14 and not at all sure what to do when
in an awkward situation.
I pat Explotaro.
"Thanks for the warmth, buddy." I smile.
The fire Pokémon purrs.
Silver doesn't move.
He's in a corner with his Feraligatr.
He's shivering.
That does it.
"Look Silver, if you don't suck it up already
and come over here to get warm, you're gonna pass out freezing col
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It wasn't until recently, about three weeks ago, since Green had acquired a brand new popcorn machine. Long story short, his previous one had broken due to Eevee's curiosity.
Due to their curious biological make-up that allowed them to evolve into various forms she had taken it upon herself to attempt evolving into a Flareon through a different means rather than the Fire Stone. Greens Eevee was extremely clever, although to some fault, and since Green and his grandfather found out the two newest addition to the evolutionary line of an Eevee in Sinnoh via an ice rock or moss rock, she had somehow gotten it into her mind that she could evolve
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Eevee's master = green/blue
My master (aka Pikachu's master) = Red
My master (aka Pikachu's master) = Red
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