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Perpetually Pugnacious: Egoshipping One-Shot Collection
Theme 34: Autumn
"I love autumn."
There is a certain association that I feel about the Fall. If I may be so bold as to say, it's perfection in a time of the year. I'm reminded that the season retains the warmth of summer moments during the day, but peaks into the colder tendencies of the winter time in the evening. The colors of nature are alive and vivid, all those reds and oranges and yellows and purples woven into leaves and decorations, just before they become fleeting and dying, turning brown and ashy and depressive where once was nothing but brightness and joy. The smells are more spiced than sweet summer but not quite the power packed into the winter selection that is soon come.
But autumn also makes me think of a certain perfect gym leader I know, strange as that embodiment sounds. He's an autumn connection to me because of his cinnamon hair that glows in the sunset, glittering with reddish highlights that flicker like a fire pokemon's flames. And because of his viridian eyes that watch and know everything, looking golden now with the reflected light hitting them perfectly. And the orange pashmina scarf wrapped around his neck loosely, standing out against his black leather jacket that he never leaves the house without. And his pumpkin scented body, which currently I'm pressed against as I look up at him, huddled within his arms as we bathe in the autumn sunset from Cerulean Cape, my favorite location in this city.
It's also perfect for us together, this particular time of the year. It's not the spring where we sniffle with allergies from the freshly pollinated trees and croak apologies for sneezing on each other, nor is it summer where the heat is stifling and its nearly impossible to hold each other for more than minutes at a times. And it's definitely not winter where it's too cold and our faces are hidden away under thick woolen scarves and bodies packed tightly into coats so poofed that I can barely manage to feel his outline. In the autumn, it's perfect to be settled into his arms, warm and comfortable, no worldly worries other than each other.
"And I love you."
"Gary Oak, you're so sappy."
"Misty Waterflower, you were fishing for that 'I love you' with your autumn appreciation." I love autumn, it's true, but only because it means so much perfection for us.
"I do love autumn. But I love you more."
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AN: I'm such a sappy writer, omg sorry guysssssss. xDDDD
