A/N:This one is Gold/Silver. Yaay!
I suppose this is before FR/LG.
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"...You're kidding me."
How infuriating how predictable, how...Gold. Silver crushed the letter in his hand, the messy writing and doodles that had been given care and detail messing up in a satisfying way. That guy, he always knew how to push Silver's buttons. Damn...
Gold could make Silver want to peer in a mirror to check his reflection, how to make him review his Pokemon if Gold said they lacked luster, he could even make Silver want to change his shoes if Gold said they looked a little boring. But this...? Outrageous.
"I kid you not, Silver darling," sang the black haired boy in front of him. Silver was tempted to sick Feraligatr on him, just to see the shorter boy run for his life, but some small conscious he had gained over the years told him not to.
"No one goes around writing their confessions out with doodles," Silver sneered, opening the paper again and scanning it. However, Gold didn't falter, but grinned in fact.
"No one crushes a love letter out of anger either."
"What if I don't want you?"
"Then screw me, yeah? Or isn't that what you're trying to avoid?" Even the red-haired teen could see some sort of fear enter those golden eyes that set his soul on some passionate flame. He could see maybe even a hint of regret, but thought nothing of it.
He could make Silver rethink his morals, rethink his goals...and now, he made him rethink his own sexuality. Silver's eyes scanned over one of the lines on the blue stationary.
I could be better than any wife that pretty lady Blue could make.
And Silver knew he had succumbed when he had tucked the paper in his back pocket and licked his lips.
"Alright."
That guy...he always won, no matter what. If he was backed into a corner, if he was on top of his game, if he was gambling, or if he was screwing up Silver's emotions, he always came out the victor. And Silver had to admit, he kind of liked it.
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