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Sincerest Apologies It was a sunny morning. The sun beamed blissfully above the heads of many. People and Pokémon walked and laughed as they basked in their daily lives. Only one, however, stood in silence; mouth forming a straight scowling line. Her hair was pulled into two little pigtails. Her attire was nothing of the usual since ever she started her adventure. Only her hat was absent, instead gripped in her grasp and flapped slowly as a fan to her face. The girl scoffed louder, not hesitating to flash her impatience and annoyance. Typhlosion stood beside the grumbling girl, his red eyes carefully focusing on the human.
She glanced at her Pokégear for the hundredth time. It's been an hour! Her mind screamed as her hazel eyes focused on the time. She knew he would be hesitant to see her today. But that doesn't mean he should rudely go to this extent.
Especially not on her birthday.
The scorching rays of the sun hit
Two of a Kind1. Soulsilver
"Ehehe, you are so cute!" Kotone pinched the bridge of his nose. Silver scoffed bitterly, slapping her hand away.
"Stop that," he muttered grimly. Silver cursed mentally to feel the heat rushing to his face.
The brunette giggled sweetly. "You're especially cute when you're grumpy." She poked his nose and flashed a small smile, making him fluster.
"Ehehe, you are so cute!" N pinched the bridge of her nose. White yelped like a little girl and gripped the young man's wrist.
"I am not a Pokémon. You know that, right?" She asked irritatingly. White cursed mentally to feel the heat rushing to her face.
The greenette chuckled amusingly. "You're so cute just like a little Eevee." He poked her nose and flashed a small smile, making her fluster.
"You are never alone. Remember that. I'm always here for and with you."
Silver stared at the girl in front of her. Kotone was playing tag with the Pokémon. Smiles and laughter fill
Perpetual Proginetor1. Kitchen
"Let's see, how to cook eggs." Silver muttered to himself as he scanned around the kitchen. One finger tapping his mouth, he eyed the fridge. A cocky chuckle blew off his lips. Feet walking toward the refrigerator, Silver opened it and took out an egg. He scoffed arrogantly, palm cozily holding the hard shell. "This will be easy."
Switching the grill on, Silver placed a small pot on top of the lighting fire and poured some oil on it. As he did, his mind wandered to the sleeping Kotone in their room. For some apparent reason, Silver decided to surprise her in making breakfast. He knew Kotone did most of the cooking. It wasn't that she was ordered to.
No. What annoyed Silver was the fact that she didn't believe him when it came to him cooking.
An egoistic scoff wheezed through gritted teeth. "Saying I can't cook. Please." Huffing his chest in pride, Silver raised his hand slightly and gently cracked the egg on the pot's end.
He then stopped when the egg didn't show a sp
Wistful Desire I miss the first time I saw you. Where my eyes were unwarily drawn to you like a magnet. Where my body felt light, and my feet somehow shuffled closer towards you. That was when I heard your Pokémon’s words; so filled with love and enthusiasm that it was enough to baffle me into speechlessness.
I miss the sight of your electrifying eyes. Never have I seen such beauty through a pair of irises. The moment my eyes met yours, it was as if a jolt had electrified every inch of my body, stunning me to a point where mobility seemed impossible. Tell me. Is it true that humans cannot lie with their eyes? Because when I saw yours, all I saw were a wave of emotions, swirling like a rampant tornado, throwing every single sensation that I never knew existed.
I miss the sound of your voice. Although your tone was sometimes harsh towards me, that never stopped the fact that it became a song that chimed beautifully in my mind. Unlike others, you rarely showed fear. Unl
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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