disclaimer: disclaimed
dedication: to multitasking, because that's how i get by in life. also to joyy, because when is guriburu not dedicated to her?
note: i have this headcanon where Green really likes jazz. what a cutie.

title: emerald and aquamarine
description: There's a part of me that never left you —Green/Blue

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Daisy had given him her apartment when she'd moved to Goldenrod City with Bill.

Naturally, Green had chosen to avoid the place, initially because he was already living comfortably in Viridian City, having taken over as the head of the city council. Now, though, with him here in Pallet town, he'd been forced to face it again: his sister was in Johto, and this was his apartment now.

There's nothing wrong with the apartment, really. It's situated in the best spot in Pallet Town: a generally quiet lakeside view from a balcony and within a short distance of the cluster of shops that Pallet Town has to offer. Plus, it's nearby his grandfather's home and labs.

The lack of his sister's presence is what really bothers him. He misses the soft music in the background, jazz and classical and the like, and the knick knacks that were usually displayed all over the apartment. Her piano, which long ago sat nestled in the corner next to a small bookshelf, is no longer there, leaving an empty area which Green finds uncomfortable to look at. She's taken them away with her to Goldenrod, along with her favorite plates and dishes.

There's nothing left of his sister in this apartment except for an old record player in the corner, precariously placed on top of a small bookshelf. Underneath, his old collection of jazz records and his sister's classical records are organized on each shelf, leaving the bottom-most empty. Green adds a mental note to move some of his other records here from his home in Viridian.

Running a hand through his hair, Green slides open the door that led from the kitchen out into the small balcony. The sky is streaked gold and pink and yellow, the sun a burning yellow disk hung low across the lake, its reflection shimmering on the lake's surface. There's no sound but for the rustling of leaves against leaves. He closes his eyes, relishing in the soft breeze and rapidly cooling temperatures.

Now this is something Viridian City didn't offer the way Pallet Town did: a quiet recluse instead of the hustle bustle of a well-known city.

Green hears the door to the balcony slide open in the apartment next to him and he turns, wondering if there was actually a new tenant next door. (Pallet Town was usually small, and most people here were older, preferring houses over apartments. This one was the only apartment complex in the whole town, actually.) A girl steps out and stretches, her arms reaching up as she closes her eyes. Sighing, she opens them again, and turns.

Emerald eyes meet deep aquamarine ones, and he's frozen in place.

Blue.

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note2: sentimental!Green feels weird to write. but it also feels right. i don't know.