do you guys think i should make a sequel to this where Morty tries to give Candice the kiss mentioned in this drabble to her for their anniversary and just fails miserably. It would definitely be a more humorous one compared to this serious stuff I try and fail at writing. let me know what you think about my idea for the sequel.
Pokemon isn't mine.
Agonizing.
Define it, he had told her. She let his question slip away from her to fulfill his assignment.
In a perfect world, she wouldn't be ridiculously in love with some mysterious tourist, nor would he be in love with a hyper teacher. And they most certainly wouldn't have met in a desolate, below freezing temple.
Oh no.
She would have pictured it more as though he were a prince on a white horse, taking her to the tops of the snow covered mountains at dawn just to kiss her. And kiss her properly, he would.
He was puzzling enough, but telling her to go home and come back tomorrow with the definition of the word 'agonizing' was just plain befuddling.
So here she was, walking back to the desolate, below freezing temple where she had fallen in a hopeless love with some mysterious tourist who was assigning the teacher homework.
She was completely anxious.
She spots him walking toward her, blank expression, scarf flowing and layered ridiculously in winter clothing.
She has to stifle her giggles, because this moment is supposed to be stoic and serious, no matter how ridiculous he looks.
He stares expectantly at her with purple eyes.
"Agonizing," she begins, hints of unhappiness in her voice, "to cause great physical or mental pain."
He blinks once.
Twice.
Three times before nodding.
She's turning away, knowing he's not going to talk to her today.
He pulls her arm to twist her around, holding her close.
Their breaths intermingle, her eyes flutter up to meet his; her brown eyes under her thick lashes meeting his purple eyes.
"And that's what it's like to no tell you something important. What if feels like to not be around you."
Her eyes widen, her face turns red (and though it could be the work of the cold, she is most certain it is because of him) and his gaze softens.
Lips capture lips.
Eyes close gently, lips respond and gazes completely soften.
Confessions are finished and what she had wished was true.
He was in love with the hyper teacher and her desolate, below freezing city.
(Now all that was missing was the kiss at the crack of dawn on the top of the mountain.)
