Title: Whisper
Rating: G
Word Count: 295
Genre: Slice-of-Life, Romance, Fluff
Warnings: WAFF/Fluff, may induce diabetes
Summary: Silver/Kotone(Lyra). It's the little moments that mean the most.
Disclaimer: Pokémon isn't mine.
Author's Notes: I have these cherry blossom trees in my yard and I can't stop thinking about them. I tried to write Hibiki and Silver showed up instead! Everybody is hijacking my brain these days, it is ridiculous.
"They're dead already," he says. Kotone doesn't answer, too busy watching her feet. The grass is choked with cherry blossoms, transformed into a vivid pink carpet, and the scent of flowers is heavy in the air as she tries to find an empty place to step.
Silver frowns, annoyed. "You don't have to tiptoe like that."
She bites her lip in concentration and he wonders if he's being ignored. "Whatever," he mutters, lying back pointedly in a particularly large pile of flowers. The petals make him sneeze and he ends up having to clear a space anyway, hoping she won't notice (she doesn't). Once he's comfortable, he folds his arms behind his head. There's nothing above them but the varied green of the trees and the wide, unbroken blue of the sky.
It takes her another minute to reach him, casting a slight shadow as she looks down. Petals dust her shoulders and hair, and when she smiles, he forgets why he was mad in the first place.
She sits down beside him and follows his gaze, her legs tucked neatly underneath her. "There's not much left," she says, eyeing the trees wistfully, and he snorts; they're surrounded by an ocean of flowers and she still manages to find the exceptions. She leans back and her pigtail brushes his cheek. On impulse, he tugs it lightly, and she turns to him. "Hm?"
"It tickles," he says.
"Sorry," she replies, brushing her hair away. "Better?"
"No."
"What?"
"Just come here," he mutters, and his hand curls around her neck to tug her down. She falls in a swirl of flowers, sinking into the soft grass as she settles against his side, and as their lips meet the petals sweep over them like whispers on their skin.