disclaimer: nopenopenope
dedication: to strange bonding in giant cabins in the middle of nowhere
note: this is an experiment. and its slow. don't expect too much from me /hides
title: welcome home
description: There's a part of me that never left you —Green/Blue
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Pallet is different, he muses.
It's been a long time since he's been back — perhaps three, four, six years? He'd lost track of the time long ago. He wasn't surprised when he saw the differences: the neighborhoods had additional houses, more people were walking the streets, the school had been renovated. Yet Pallet town still had the same close-knit air with familiar faces, though many aged.
He nods his head in greeting to those familiar to him, noting unfamiliar faces and stopping for short, mostly one-sided conversations. Carefully avoiding the areas where his house and the lab are located — his sister is going to have a fit later on, and he doesn't want to deal with it now — Green makes his way toward the lakeside. He doesn't do this consciously, instead letting his feet carry him wherever, following the traces of his younger self along the winding paths.
Nearby, a group of children are walking home, four in total with a boy and girl in the lead, laughing and beckoning for the other two to hurry. Green smiles at the sight, reminded of a faraway time with Red and Blue's idiocy, their light-hearted pranks that dragged the innocent Yellow into doing things she shouldn't do and him who wanted just a bit of peace.
He's bombarded by memories before he's even able to think.
Summers of him and Red running along the banks, his grandpa watching in amusement as the young boys eventually fell into the lake, splashing each other. After school walks along the shore, watching the setting sun and sparkling water to ease his mind of the insanity that was middle school. New Year's fireworks on the sand, Blue's crazy idea that became tradition for four years. Picnics under the shade of the trees, Yellow's idea that usually bored Blue enough so that she'd eventually run straight into the water, not caring if her clothes got soaked through or if the water was too cold.
That was his childhood, and he'd missed it.
Green isn't a sentimental person — normally, anyway — yet being here makes him wish he could go back in time. After all, the lake is the one place that hadn't changed. The trees are still the same, albeit older, the water still shined, glimmered, sparkled in the sunlight, and the people are still scarce and far inbetween. It is still a place for pranks and goofing off and days where there wasn't anything else to do but lay on the grass and watch the time fly.
The lakeside is still the same.
Green breathes in Pallet town, content and tired and all the emotions in between.
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note2: i don't know what i'm doing, just going with the flow, here.