This is a little present for a favorite artist of mine. I dunno how she'll respond, but hopefully she'll like it. She seems to have hit a rough spot, I don't know why and it's not my business to know why. Regardless, I thought I'd make this for her because her art is just amazing and I thought why the heck not?
It probably sucks though and doesn't do her or any Agencyshipper justice.
But I can do what I want so meh.
Dreams. Dreams drive people to be the best they can be…none more so than Black.
That's what White thought whenever she watched him train. He always pushed himself and his pokémon to be the best they could be, without a second thought. His drive was almost contagious for the president of the BW Agency. Just hearing the excitement in his voice when he talked about beating the Pokémon League seemed to give her more energy as well.
But nothing gave her more drive to follow her dreams than when he urged her to do so. "I know you can achieve your dream, Prez. We'll both achieve our dreams! You'll make the BW Agency the greatest casting company in the world, and I'll beat the Pokémon League. I know we can do it!" Just a statement like that seemed to put some more life in her step. Even on her worst, most sleep deprived days, that lifted her spirits more than she thought possible.
It was a good thing too, because White often went with little sleep.
White awoke slowly, lifting her head from the desk and staring into the bright light of her laptop. She rubbed her bright blue eyes and slowly let them adjust, reaching up and patting her dark brown hair back into place. The poor girl usually forwent the rather comfortable beds that the Pokécenter provided due to her late work hours.
White quickly became aware of something wrapped around her shoulders, and glanced down to see a blue jacket barely clinging on. She slowly let a small smile work its way onto her lips. She pulled the jacket back up her shoulders and wrapped it around herself firmly, before getting up from her desk and walking towards Black's bedroom.
She quietly pushed the door open, and peered into to see the unmistakable mess of his brown hair. Black lay sprawled out on his bed, snoring quietly and completely sound asleep. White could barely contain a giggle as she walked forward quietly. She pulled the jacket off of her shoulders and carefully placed it over Black, in place of his strewn about covers.
She ran a hand through his messy hair, pushing it away from his face, and her smile widened.
"Sweet dreams, Black." She whispered before leaning forward and kissing him on the forehead. White turned and left the room to return to her work, while a smile formed on Black's face.
"You too, Prez..." He muttered softly.