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Promise
After they drew in battle, they both promised to one day battle again to decide who was better. Volkner needed to improve more than ever. He was determined to take over for his mother as Sunnyshore's Gym Leader and to one day win in battle against the fallen angel. Amaryllis never liked losing, but she silently acknowledged that she wanted a rematch so she could see him again, so lively and passionate about Pokémon.
'Her eyes always glow when she is happy,' Volkner observed as she laughed a melodious life, rich and contagious. He couldn't help the slight tug at his lips as she continued to ramble on about her past adventures. She was wonderful.
'He is so inspiring,' Amaryllis thought as she gazed at his determined face though her eyelashes. She laughed as he slipped and fell down into the river. He spluttered in outrage as he popped back to the surface, hair dripping with water and clothing soaked to the bone. She slowly made her way down the slope to help him get up, being mindful to take off her shoes before stepping into the slightly warm water. Reaching a hand out to help him, she said breathily, "Practice makes perfect." Her voice was whispery, as if she didn't want to speak and break the peace. He brought out a side of her that she never showed to any one, not even to Blaise. He was different, but in a good way.
Laughing slightly at his misfortune, he didn't regret making a slight fool of himself as he grabs her hand and pulled her in with a splash. Her laugh was infectious as she pushed him back down underwater. Spluttering to the surface, he threw water at her face, causing her to retaliate back. Soon, it ended up into a playful water fight. By the time they climbed out of the river, the sun was slowly making its way down towards the horizon. As she hugged him in comfort, they watched the sunset. He didn't regret the scolding he got when he made it home for getting soaked to the bone. He would do anything to keep her happy, even at the expense of his pride or reputation. He couldn't seem to understand why he felt this way; no other girl had brought this side of him out. 'She is different,' he thought, as he tore his eyes off the setting sun to glance at her happy, glowing face.
'He is different,' she thought, as she looked at him from under her eyelashes. She was never this carefree before, always burdened with expectations or formality. To act as if there was nothing wrong and to have fun for once, it was a breath of fresh air. 'And it is all thanks to him.'
This is longer than my previous drabbles. Guess it means I'm getting better at writing out my thoughts.
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