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⏳ here too oop-
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"I used to wait for you every night."
He keeps his back towards Giovanni.
The Rocket Boss keeps saying he's useless, so it's not like he's going to suddenly care, or find this rant a reason to off him once and for all.
If Giovanni wanted him dead, he wouldn't be there, now.
"I used to ask Archer when you would've come back to the base. When you were going to spend time with me.
I used to try to stay awake as much as I could, because I was afraid that you would've arrived and left before I woke up. I did... everything everyoine told me to, because if I was going to be a good kid, you wouldn't have to go away."
A prince in a birdcage.
"...I wonder what everyone else in Rocket had to do to gain your respect. I saw people younger than me, now, doing the same things I did when I was seven."
He finally turns, his eyes misty.
"I was patient. I was polite, loyal, obedient. I hurt and killed people, because your dogs told me that's what a good leader should do, that you would've been proud."
A step forward.
"Did you even want me? Even for just a second, did you ever think of me as more than just a nuisance?!
You can say no, it would be easier for the both of us! I would love to bury these thoughts once and for all, to-- t-to accept the fact that you don't care, that you never cared, that I'm nothing for you.
...no. You keep saying that.
You keep saying you don't care, and yet now you're the one who approaches me." Silver looks down once more, his hands clenching into fists "what do you want? You think that it'll make me stop trying? That I'll stop fighting your grunts?
Or do you just aim to crush me even more?"
Inhale, exhale.
"...what a joke."
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⏳ but its an anon and not jax because nobody wants to talk to -Jax-
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"I was born the day before Christmas.
I'm not telling some rando about my sad backstory."
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✘ what finally prompted you to leave the dragon’s den? (also, who wears a cape better, me or lance?)
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"I guess... hoping I was actually getting better, and I didn't need to stay hidden anymore?
Even if. I'm not... sure about it.
Living with Streli was nice. Living with Gold, now, is nice. It's good to know I have places to stay if I want to, with John too, but--
I... don't know.
...
...and I'd rather not answer the second one, because I'm afraid of you a little bit."
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Flashback
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"I told you to stay still!"
The yell comes out a little weaker than you'd like it to be.
You can't stop crying. Your leg hurts. Your leg hurts so bad.
The other Pokèmon are already knocked out, but Feraligatr, he--
...y-you can't get in the Pokèmon Center while both you and your Pokèmon are bleeding so hard. They'll start asking questions, they'll say that he's too aggressive, they'll wonder who you are and keep you there until the police arrives, especially since both of you have the same, unmistakable bite mark.
The Houndoom's flaming teeth already cauterized it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.
Feraligatr growls with annoyance as you try to clean as many cuts as you can, unable to stay still.
He never does what you want him to. He attacks when you tell him not to, he doesn't step aside when he's injured, and now he can't stay down for ten fucking minutes while you try to heal him!
"STAY STILL YOU STUPID LIZARD!"
You snap, screaming a little louder. He seems to be taken aback for a second, and then roars in return, his fangs just inches away from your face.
You make yourself small, shiver. You notice a hint of regret in his eyes, but when he gets closer you--
You roar back.
You don't know what made you do it, exactly. Maybe it's just the need to scream.
You see the Water-Type blink, then snarls.
He roars. You roar.
You continue just screaming until your voice cracks and the tears return to fall. You lean on him, and he quiets down, licking your cheek and pulling you closer, resting his head against your shoulder and back in what should be a hug.
You don't hesitate to hug him back.
His breath smells of iron, his whole body like blood, sulfur and dirt.
You probably smell the same.
You're so tired.
Both of you.
#[✢ 🇸🇱🇮🇨🇪 🇴🇫 🇱🇮🇫🇪 |✧| drabble ✢]#rocketborn#[✢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ |✧| asks ✢]#post-radio-tower angst :)
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Flashback!!
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Your hand hovers over the Gym's door.
You're... hesitant. It's odd, you know Clair's likely going to happy you finally left that damn Den, either because it meant you found somewhere else to stay or so she can finally train without you bothering her, and yet you can't bring yourself to get in.
The Elders took it well, told you that you're ready to go.
You couldn't tell her nor Lance just yet.
There's... a hint of shame lingering on your heart.
It's as if you didn't feel like you did enough. That maybe she'll take this as you running away, or Ho-Oh forbid will think that you're a coward or.
Something.
...you frown as you realize you're overthinking it.
Taking a deep breath, you open the door.
#[✢ 🇸🇱🇮🇨🇪 🇴🇫 🇱🇮🇫🇪 |✧| drabble ✢]#draconscious#[✢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ |✧| asks ✢]
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@skullkxd
HEY do you wanna try my dorito soda
"N... no thanks-"
OUTTA MY WAY GAYBOY GIVE ME THE WEIRD SODA
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You look like if a man and a woman had a baby
what the fuck is his problem fr ; ACCEPTING
"You sound stupid."
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a team of pokemon you've battled against before
[ what if i double down and go with "pokemon that kicked his ass" tho ]
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@fleurladari
It's an interestingly wrapped gift. Red in colour with black ribbon. Inside is a watch. There's no letter, no name. Just a watch to tell time, and perhaps more.
He isn't sure why he opened that.
Silver knows better than listening to his curiosity.
The watch is... nice. He guesses.
Very expensive, no doubt.
Very red and black. Colors he's far too use to see.
...
.........this one's going in a drawer adn is not coming out until he tracks down who the fuck sent it.
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@soardived
hits him with the bike rizz ;)
"...7.5 too much snow"
he thought it was really cute.
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⏳
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"Did you even care I was homeless for all that time?"
The words come out before he can stop them.
He doesn't look up as he keeps going, vomiting letter after letter.
"After I left looking for Giovanni. After I found him, and didn't come back.
In those three years-- did you even think that I was out there? Unable to catch anything, or to keep it for more than a few days, struggling to eat every few days, in the cold? Knowing that I couldn't even hide in Pokèmon Centers because I was afraid that someone would've recognized me?"
A beat.
A sigh.
"No. No, you didn't.
You probably didn't even notice I left. Or if you did, you probably were relieved you didn't have to pretend anymore, hm?"
A sad truth he forced himself to accept.
"I don't even know why I even bother telling you that."
The secret hope for a reaction, maybe. Anything would do.
Anything but the cold disinterest coming from those he cared for the most as a kid.
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Flashback
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You hold tight on Feral's Pokèball and your PokèGear.
Kris offers you one last smile and her presence, but you tell her as nicely as you can that you'd rather be left alone.
You're not rude, this time. It's less of a "get out of my way", and more of a "I don't want anyone to see me having emotions". She nods, taking just the time to give you her number before closing the Lab's door and letting you walk away.
You didn't expect Professor Elm to let you keep your starter.
You didn't expect him to be so... nice, despite everything.
Your eyes fall on the Water-Type's ball.
He said you raised it well. He said that it's clear Feral cares about you, and so does the rest of the team.
You blink.
A tear fall, followed by another, and then another one. It's a matter of time before you press your back against the first tree you find once you enter the Route right outside New Bark Town, sliding to the floor as you cry out of joy -- out of shame.
You didn't raise them well. You hurt them, you yelled at them, you made them hurt people and Pokèmon alike.
You don't get it.
You don't get it.
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flashback!
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You walk on your tiptoes, holding tight to your Meowth plushie was you approach your father's room.
He's awake -- you knew he would be. It's late for you, but you learned quickly that time is different for grownups.
It's one of the rare days in which Giovanni is at the base. He's busy studying something, you're not sure what. You heard him mutter something about Mew, earlier that day... whatever that could be, and apparently he's still busy talking about it to someone at his PokèGear.
Blaine, or something like that.
If your presence is noticed, it's just because his Persian, lying on his still made bed, smelled your sent and meowed to greet you. His eyes soften when he notices it's you.
Not because it's you, but because he can't tell his son to not disturb him in the same way he would to someone below him. Right?
"I'll call you later."
Blaine is dismissed hastly, the call dropped. He doesn't approach you as he asks why you're still awake, nor his glare changes when you mention that you had a nightmare. It's a little tired, cold. He's not angry.
For a second, you almost think there's a hint of surprise in those ice cold eyes. You'll never know he's actually impressed that you didn't alert any grunt.
He walks by your side as he accompanies you to his bed. Your stuffed Pokèmon is left next to the real one, who stretches before resting its head on your stomach.
You feel protected.
It's good.
#[✢ 🇸🇱🇮🇨🇪 🇴🇫 🇱🇮🇫🇪 |✧| drabble ✢]#[✢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ |✧| asks ✢]#reiketsui
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"You live in the shadow of your father. Not just who he is, but what he's done to you. You refuse to truly heal and instead rely on anger as a coping mechanism so you don't have to face the horrors of your past. You direct that anger outwards as if to scare off anyone who might dare to touch your aching wounds."
what the fuck is his problem fr ; ACCEPTING
"...it's--
What I'm going through, with Giovanni or Rocket or-- anything else? It's none of your business.
Don't come here pretending you know me."
He's right tho. That's... exactly it. That's what's wrong with him.
Ouch.
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“still have a habit of purposefully and consistently pushing people away and rejecting them due to your own insecurities. You despise asking for help or looking for comfort even if those are two of the things you desire over all others.”
a pause.
“also you don’t visit me as much anymore and it makes me sad.”
what the fuck is his problem fr ; ACCEPTING
"..."
wow you didn't have to cook him that hard.
"I'll work on visiting you more."
PRIORITIES SILVER.
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ground >:)
[ new team ; ACCEPTING ]
[ you think i wouldnt put nidoking in here? YOU THINK I WOULDNT?? ]
[ fuck you dad mine's blue ]
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