020. Harbor -Pokemon- Brendan/May
Harbor; G; Brendan/May
It’s usually the man who comes and goes like the wind to be loved by the awaiting love of his life. But is he who is waiting (patiently, eagerly) for her to come home.
For Larky whom I hope this is what she hoped for. :)
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She traveled around the regions: Kanto, Johto, Sinnoh and some obscure place called Isshu. It made her a bit tanner than him, a little more worldly than he was, and pathetically more powerful than Brendan could ever hope to be. May has become something that he so childish, so naively wished as a young boy; a Champion and a traveling Pokemon Trainer.
He found his place in the world where he started from, taking up his father’s work and becoming a gradually competent Pokemon researcher. He traveled too; he knew Hoenn like the back of his hand from scaling hills and exploring caves to find more Pokemon and observing their habits. He’d gone to Johto and to Kanto but he has never been to Sinnoh or Isshu. May brought back with her Pokemon from those regions and her Blaziken, however, a constant companion on her belt.
May returned after being away from Hoenn for a year; Brendan only kept in touch with her through static-veined phone calls. She crept into his lab; he’d gotten to become more like his father with papers everywhere and samples of feces and soils and whatever scattered all over the place. He was asleep on the couch, legs draped over the armrest and his head thrown back with drool dribbling out of the corner of his mouth; he’d pulled three consecutive all-nighters for submitting a project to the Pokemon Research Board.
He would not know that she’s in his lab until he woke up and wiped the crusted slobber from his face and see her in his swivel chair with a mug (his mug) of coffee between her palms, watching him.
“Were you watching me sleeping?” he asked groggily and sat up.
She smiled and said, “Yes.”
Brendan glanced at her warily and ran his hands through mused up two-toned hair.
“That’s creepy May,” the corners of his lips quirked up.
May laughed and handed him the mug of coffee with its delicious caffeine aroma and he downed it despite the slight burn down his throat and the bit of dark-coloured liquid that escaped the corner of his mouth and dribbled off his chin and onto his lab coat.
In some twisted fairytale, it would be she that climbed through his window at night but Brendan has to charm her some way (because he can’t do it through battling like Steven or Wallace or this guy called Lance or this Gold fellow or this Green guy or that Red on the top of Mt. Silver) so at night it is he who climbs through her window. And his grin was shadowed by her moon-lit blue eyes of delight when he slipped his shoes off and crawled under the covers with her.
They talked in hushed tones and wandering hands as in-between questions and answers and mushiness he stole kisses and she stole them back. She told him he’s her anchor to this place and before he can ask if that’s a bad thing she tells him it is a good thing and kissed him.
It was some twisted fairytale, he thought when he watched her wave as she left him again. It’s usually the man who comes and goes like the wind to be loved by the awaiting love of his life. But is he who was waiting (patiently, eagerly) for her to come home. It is the knight who awaits his princess to come back from slaying dragons and saving dames (he snorts as this).
Brendan returned to his lab. He could deal with that as long as he remained her harbor.
Fin
It’s usually the man who comes and goes like the wind to be loved by the awaiting love of his life. But is he who is waiting (patiently, eagerly) for her to come home.
For Larky whom I hope this is what she hoped for. :)
_______________________________________________________________________________
She traveled around the regions: Kanto, Johto, Sinnoh and some obscure place called Isshu. It made her a bit tanner than him, a little more worldly than he was, and pathetically more powerful than Brendan could ever hope to be. May has become something that he so childish, so naively wished as a young boy; a Champion and a traveling Pokemon Trainer.
He found his place in the world where he started from, taking up his father’s work and becoming a gradually competent Pokemon researcher. He traveled too; he knew Hoenn like the back of his hand from scaling hills and exploring caves to find more Pokemon and observing their habits. He’d gone to Johto and to Kanto but he has never been to Sinnoh or Isshu. May brought back with her Pokemon from those regions and her Blaziken, however, a constant companion on her belt.
May returned after being away from Hoenn for a year; Brendan only kept in touch with her through static-veined phone calls. She crept into his lab; he’d gotten to become more like his father with papers everywhere and samples of feces and soils and whatever scattered all over the place. He was asleep on the couch, legs draped over the armrest and his head thrown back with drool dribbling out of the corner of his mouth; he’d pulled three consecutive all-nighters for submitting a project to the Pokemon Research Board.
He would not know that she’s in his lab until he woke up and wiped the crusted slobber from his face and see her in his swivel chair with a mug (his mug) of coffee between her palms, watching him.
“Were you watching me sleeping?” he asked groggily and sat up.
She smiled and said, “Yes.”
Brendan glanced at her warily and ran his hands through mused up two-toned hair.
“That’s creepy May,” the corners of his lips quirked up.
May laughed and handed him the mug of coffee with its delicious caffeine aroma and he downed it despite the slight burn down his throat and the bit of dark-coloured liquid that escaped the corner of his mouth and dribbled off his chin and onto his lab coat.
In some twisted fairytale, it would be she that climbed through his window at night but Brendan has to charm her some way (because he can’t do it through battling like Steven or Wallace or this guy called Lance or this Gold fellow or this Green guy or that Red on the top of Mt. Silver) so at night it is he who climbs through her window. And his grin was shadowed by her moon-lit blue eyes of delight when he slipped his shoes off and crawled under the covers with her.
They talked in hushed tones and wandering hands as in-between questions and answers and mushiness he stole kisses and she stole them back. She told him he’s her anchor to this place and before he can ask if that’s a bad thing she tells him it is a good thing and kissed him.
It was some twisted fairytale, he thought when he watched her wave as she left him again. It’s usually the man who comes and goes like the wind to be loved by the awaiting love of his life. But is he who was waiting (patiently, eagerly) for her to come home. It is the knight who awaits his princess to come back from slaying dragons and saving dames (he snorts as this).
Brendan returned to his lab. He could deal with that as long as he remained her harbor.
Fin