This is my first time writing in god knows how long so here's hoping it isn't too terrible, haha. ;;orz
It's beyond me what to do next so if anyone likes this and has any ideas, feel free to ask! I'm open to pretty much any pairing and rating. This one's only a short but I might give something longer a shot, nothing to loose from it after all. uvu
Enjoy!
It was quiet, but only comparatively so. The waves still lapped at the sand, pulling and pushing the grains. Far from quiet, yet quiet all the same. The flocks of Wingull and Pelipper screeched and called as they glided through the air. Far from quiet, yet quiet all the same. Distant trainers shouted at both one another and to Pokemon both wild and tame. Far from quiet, yet quiet all the same.
Surely no fondness of quiet would make this comfortable. There was an element of tension to the air, knotting it as it weaved into the stare holding two pairs of eyes together.
"To defeat me, a descendant of the ancient Sootopolis people," a blade of syllables cut through the quiet effortlessly. "And even when I was holding nothing back…"
There was something akin to awe in the tone, or perhaps it was something other than awe. He was always so collected and calm, there could easily be malice laced between his words. Under such suspicions there was no easy way to respond, so silence responded instead.
He continued.
"As I have come to expect from you… You are an excellent Pokemon trainer."
Further silence, though accompanied with two brief changes of expression. The slight of a smile. A considerable mess of too many open emotions. Confusion. Embarrassment. Appreciation?
No, appreciation wasn't quite right. Or perhaps it had been, but was now twisted into something else, something of a different degree. Appreciation was simply the stem of something greater that as of yet was unplaced and unnamed.
All that was certain was that this emotion, thought, feeling, was reacting to the situation.
Warming and growing ever so slightly, but not slightly enough to hide in that brief moment. To hope it went unnoticed would be foolish. He clearly saw, evident in the contemplative expression, the furthered curl of his lips.
Yes, he clearly saw.
And his hand raised, reached, rested. Contact on the shoulder that meant nothing but maybe it did mean something. After all, this emotion, thought, feeling, was reacting to the situation.
It must mean something.
"The Pokemon you sent in the battle, at times dancing as lightly as an elusive spring breeze," His mouth began in time with his hand, shifting from shoulder to arm in one smooth motion. "… Yet striking with the surety of lightning from the blue."
He was closer. Too close, but not close enough. He was hovering between the two precariously, giving no hint as to whether he would become close or become not close enough. There was an involuntary shiver, anticipation of something clearly building but the something remaining unclear. The situation was unsatisfying, or maybe it wasn't unsatisfying. Again this emotion, thought, feeling, was reacting to the situation.
He became close.
"Watching you command the battle with such ease and grace…"
He became closer.
"Even I might succumb to your charm."
This emotion, thought, feeling… Whatever it was, it was complicating and consuming. Warm yet shivering, numb with sensitivity, gulping from a dry mouth.
There was no stare holding two pairs of eyes together, yet both pairs of eyes rested on common subjects. Slightly parted lips, shifting as breath came and left. Tension was knotting the air and weaving into not the stares, but everything. Fingers twitched. A tongue passed over the shifting lips.
It was loud, but only comparatively so. Heartbeats raced and breaths heaved, whistled, against any natural rhythm. Far from loud, yet loud all the same.