a/n :: i don't own pokemon. (unfortunately.) the song is hardest of hearts by florence + the machine. the word count is around 630. done in a half an hour and a month or more of desperate and unliked plans. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. HEARTS. xxx, nel.
there is love in your body but you can't hold it in / it pours from your eyes and it spills from your skin.
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diamond dust girl
[ for The Sky's Bouquet. ]
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Candice enters the room in a grandiose fashion, with her hair loose and her blue dress shimmering in the large, lighted room.
He cannot truly say that heads turned because they didn't—the other gym leaders are too occupied with their conversations to notice a new arrival and he is one of the few people who noticed the ice type trainer was missing.
Flint runs up to her and she grins at something he says, hands fluttering as she replies with equal enthusiasm, head thrown back in laughter that echoes in the party, even over the others' voices.
She has a laugh like that.
Jasmine sighs beside him and Volkner starts, turning his head toward the brunette. "You really ought to do something, you know." She says to him. "We're all getting tired of waiting for—for you two." She laughs and it is quiet, breathy. He thinks once, when he was younger, he loved this girl, with the thin hands and wide eyes.
"I loved you too, once upon a time." Jasmine answers his unspoken thoughts. "But—" Her pupils flicker over to the man with blond hair and purple eyes and she sighs again. "But."
He nods in response and turns back to where Candice was, only to find Flint standing alone. Volkner supposes that she never stays put for long, and knows he shouldn't be surprised.
There is a tap on his shoulder, light but determined and he guesses it must be Elesa from Unova—they met once when he was fifteen, maybe sixteen and he fell in love with the summer and the city but not her—or Cynthia or perhaps one of the pretty gym leaders that were dotted throughout the room.
Volkner doesn't want any of them. He wants the beautiful girl with flitting fingers and a smile that could light up Sunyshore if need be.
"Volkner?" Candice's voice cuts through the solitude of his corner and suddenly she is in front of him with that goddamn smile and that goddamn dress and he is taken aback, because she is so terribly gorgeous and—well. She is gorgeous and he is Volkner.
"Volkner, are you ignoring me?" Candice teases and he grunts in response. "With a reply like that, I suppose you are."
"Hello, Candice." He says and she laughs, her hair falling onto her shoulders and into her face. The chandelier reflects off of it and Volkner swears he has never seen such beauty—even on the nights when the Olivine Lighthouse lit up Jasmine's face and he was convinced he'd never be able to leave her.
This is a different kind of beauty.
"Hello, Mr. Shining, Shocking Star."
Her eyes sparkle with every word and he can see why she is called The Diamond Dust Girl. She oozes happiness and confidence and he is enraptured by it.
She pauses and stares up at him, silent for once.
He leans down and she leans up and that's that.
(Volkner can hear the whistles and catcalls somewhere outside of his brain but inside all that there is is Candice Candice Candice Candice Candice Candice—and all he can see are bright white lights.)
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Jasmine smiles to herself (and pushes away memories of stars and beaches and gentle touches) because she doesn't love him and he doesn't love her and all that there is are memories.
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hold on / hold on / hold on / hold on / hold on / hold on / hold on / hold on / hold on / hold on