Like Every Night
A/n: This is one of those random oneshots I write when bored out of my mind. I have lots, and I'll put them up occasionally. They've all got, erm, to say the least, interesting couples. But that's because I LIKE interesting couples, especially Dewship. So read kthnx
Dewshipping Latios/Bianca
oneshot
She was in my dreams, like every night.
Hazel hair swirling fluidly with the water's current like wind, gentle gray eyes staring me down in a reflective sort of way. She was definitely here, in all her dazzling perfection, the embodiment of everything I wanted.
As always, I was in my human form. I'm not sure why my subconscience liked this form so much. It was cumbersome, and I was far from used to it. Maybe it was because it was so similar to hers?
Her beautiful body was clothed in a simple white sundress, which reflected her innocence. At least, all I saw was innocence -- to my eyes, she was an ideal untouched angel. As much as I denied it, and told people again and again that I hated humans...
She was my exception.
I knew very well it was a dream; of course, she couldn't breathe under water. I wasn't even sure if I could in this form--it wasn't something I spent my time usually checking, of course, disliking the form already.
But I really didn't care. All I cared about was that it would never end.
Slowly, the gap between us closed and our hands linked. Were we standing? Were we floating? Swimming? I had no idea, and I didn't care. Our eyes closed, sparing a few moments of seeing eachother for the feeling of lips clashing in this perfect world.
Eventually we pulled away from each other, and she looked at me, eyes shining. She opened her mouth to speak, and--
I was woken up to the starry sky.
Breath escaping as steam in the cold air, I looked around for a moment, hoping to see my exception or something to that effect. However, I knew very well (and quickly confirmed) that Bianca was at her house, warm in her bed, not out here in the cold where I had drifted off while stargazing.
And like every night, I had dreamed of her, hadn't I...
I sighed and looked up to the brightest star in the inky night and wished that tomorrow night maybe I could wake up and turn to the side and see her there.
Just like I did every night.