It was one of those perfect sunsets: amber rays disappearing over the edge of the horizon, the radiant glow mirrored by the soft waves lapping at the base of sandy cliffs. All the trainers had dispersed for the night; there was nothing to disturb the beautiful rippling water. A quiet calm had descended over the sea, and a gentle breeze teased the water, breaking the pattern of amber-red streaked across the surface.
There was only the two of us, and nothing in between.
I rested my head on his shoulder; he gently ran his fingers down my back. We sat on the cliffs just outside of Sootopolis, rocky, bare – not quite my element – and watched the sea.
Serene-, graceful, beautiful – merely a few of the words to describe Wallace.
I always loved the evenings spent thus: watching the glittering gold of the sun disappear beneath the waves, the water moving sinuously towards an unknown destination. No words needed to pass between us – we always knew what the other thought.
A shadow fell across us. Wallace turned around to face the intruder.
"Wallace," the man called.
"Steven," he smiled. And then I saw the master's face change. The difference was outwardly subtle; but I could see the serene, deep grace in Wallace's eyes being channeled into respect and love, true love, the sort of pure love one can only have for one person.
I immediately felt the jealousy surge through me. Why, why ever couldn't he look at me like that? But I knew better.
Sometimes I think I would give up a life of training and swimming, never return to the waters again, shed all my scales, and even turn back into a Feebas, just for Wallace to look – even just once – the same way at me.
But I know he never will.
Did you guess right? Yes, it was Milotic. I've always thought that the only one except for Steven who could match up with Wallace was Milotic. Poor Milo :(
I do realise this is (technically) Lapislazulishipping (Steven/Wallace/Milotic) but it IS one-sided, and I didn't want to give it away. Go Originshipping!