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It's no secret that school is kicking my ass lately, and I have a huge fic load on my back. But! I want to do something nice for people. So here is a request post for you all to feast upon.
As for fandoms, these are good to go:
-Pokemon (anime and games, not the manga)
-Bleach
-Ace Attorney
-Persona 3/4
-Spice And Wolf
-Trauma Center
And ( Read more... )
Daytime is for altercation.
Gold does not give much thought to the ‘how’s or ‘why’s of his opponent’s sudden appearances. He purposely disregards the spite and malice in his voice. The insecurity almost goes undetected.
He is only slightly disconcerted by his feelings of pity toward his depraved rival.
They fight, of course; it’s a ritual that they settled into comfortably as they both began traveling. Gold had wanted freedom - Silver had wanted to prove something -
(whatever that ‘something’ is, anyway).
Silver’s eyes narrow as his Sneasel goes down unceremoniously; mumbling curses to himself, he glares at Gold, trying to be intimidating (and failing).
“Don’t get full of yourself,” he warns.
Gold rolls his eyes. “Yeah - I wouldn’t want to end up like you, would I?”
-x-
Sunset is for reconciliation.
They see each other again on the edge of Goldenrod and are rendered speechless (more out of apathy than surprise) by the context of their second encounter. Silver blinks and nods in acknowledgment before shoving his hands in his pockets and sauntering away once again.
Something compels Gold to walk with him, as awkward as it is. Even if he’s not the one who continually causes grief, he feels the need to repent on Silver’s behalf -
(it’s stupid, irrational, satisfying; karma will repay him someday).
“What are you doing, idiot?”
“Nothing, why do you ask?”
Silver blinks and shakes his head in exasperation, but he doesn’t say anything. The lack of denial serves as permission and they continue to walk in silence, the fading sun’s light still piercing Gold’s vision.
“So…”
Silver’s eyes don’t meet his.
Gold holds back the urge to ask a foolish question with an obvious answer - and it’s this answer that causes him to walk faster, to leave his rival behind.
He doesn’t look back to see Silver, aggravated, confused, disappointed.
(If this is his way of forgiving, he doesn’t have to be so subtle about it.)
-x-
At midnight, the gloves come off.
It dawns on him that they aren’t parallel lines (it should have been obvious) - two people, constantly trying to outdo one another, are always intersecting.
And Gold can (un)safely say that he hates Silver, because people like Gold are supposed to hate people like Silver.
“I knew you’d find me,” the latter says, voice low and raspy.
He’s hidden among trees, but something tells Gold that if he attempts to find him, this tryst’s appeal will dwindle away. Still, he takes a tentative step closer and hazards a smirk.
“I’m learning from the best, aren’t I?”
Silver can only smile complacently.
“As am I.”
Humoring himself, Gold extends his hand and reaches out to see if anything is there.
He is not surprised when Silver doesn’t return the favor.
“It’s progress, I guess?”
His rival laughs bitterly - softly - to himself.
“I guess it is.”
Gold nods. He is satisfied.
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Thank you muchos~! <3
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your parentheticals are so artsy.
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