hello, children. mama is back. (after a year long hiatus im sorry)
basically i played pokemon all over again and fell in love with volkner (goddammit man) and now i ship him with dawn. yay.
(they are so cute though im gonna scream)
i guess you could this is life after they get married or maybe when they're still boyfriend and girlfriend lmao i suck
also the title sucks im sorry
Sunday mornings are her favourite.
The sun will be shining, but filtered through the ecru curtains, it's not so bad. She likes warmth and the sun rays provide her with what she needs, but she thinks that she likes the warmth from him more. He is, after all, a spark - her spark.
They agree that no alarms are to be set on Sunday mornings. No early morning breakfast appointments, no early morning training, no early morning whatever - no nothing. Instead, they simply lie on the bed together, hand in hand. Sometimes they have early morning conversations, but that's when either of them wakes up before the other.
Today's Sunday morning has Dawn waking up first. The shrill calls of a Starly just outside their window rings in her ears; there's no going back to sleep now. It's barely even 8 but here she is, awake on a Sunday morning. There is nothing for her to do...except maybe stare at him.
She turns to her right and is greeted by the sight of Volkner's calm face, still in slumber. Somehow, there was a great difference between his sleeping face and his usual, stoic face - watching his sleeping face was like watching two Milotics dancing in tandem: soothing and beautiful. She reaches a finger out and lightly strokes his jaw - suddenly, his eyes open and Dawn quickly retracts her hand, face blushing furiously. Volkner yawns and stretches his arms out while she makes an attempt to hide her red face under her bolster (though he always insists that she doesn't need one, because he is her bolster).
"You know, I thought I felt something brushing against my face just now," Volkner muses, staring suspiciously at Dawn. Dawn laughs uncomfortably.
"Must be the wind," she lies. She sneaks a look at the closed windows. Oops.
"Yes, must be the wind." He knows she's lying because one look at her red face can tell you everything. But he likes to go along with her anyway.
Dawn seems to relax a little, pushing away her bolster and huddling into his chest (his chest is always warm somehow). Volkner laughs and pats her head.
"It was you, wasn't it? You can't hide from me, Dawn," he chuckles. Dawn lets out a wail of despair and burrows under the blankets, away from him.
"You weren't like this in the past," she protests, muffled by the sheets. Volkner pauses his laughter for a while to evaluate her words; it was, indeed true, that he would never have teased anyone no matter how funny he thought the situation was.
"Probably because of all the time I spent with you," he says absentmindedly. He's surprised when she sits up and frowns at him.
"Is that a bad thing? I'll have you know I'm a wonderful person, and…" Dawn prattles on until he simply pulls her to him and hugs her tightly.
"I know." He presses a kiss to her forehead: gently, softly, sincerely.
Because sparks flew when they first met in the Vista Lighthouse; because sparks flew during her battle with him for the Beacon badge; because sparks flew when he first kissed her in her room in the Elite Four's castle; because sparks flew between them, and still do.
Maybe it's Sunday morning's charm. Or maybe it's just his charm.
Sunday mornings are her favourite.
[uncomfortable laughter] pls review i can't give u cookies but review anyway thank u