[❀]—; It’s another wonderful, brisk, and windy day in the region of Hoenn, and another day of an adventure with Ray, and her cherished Pokémon team. The beluga hadn’t been traveling alone, however. She’d made a good friend along the way; a tall, well-built, handsome brunet by the name of Makoto, their bond reminiscent of inseparable siblings; their Pokémon teams’ strength like that of a Kangaskhan and its child. Strong, unbreakable. The duo had set up camp on the borders of a forest alongside a beach, the area teeming with all sorts of life. Of course, they had befriended those of the friendlier Pokémon, sharing meals, bonding, playing, whilst allowing their companions out of their capsules to enjoy themselves.
Hiromi, Ray’s Altaria, had already perched itself upon the back of Makoto’s Grotle, much to the Grove Pokémon’s delight. Ayaka, her Meganium, rarely left the raven’s side, only to vanish, reappearing quickly with bundles of blossoms tenderly carried in its maw as a gift, thoroughly enjoyed, rewarded with Pecha Berries. Ryuu cheerfully frolicked about in the ocean with the orca’s Dragonite; their squeals, hums and cries of delight filling the air around them. Megumi and Kohaku, her Sylveon and Goodra, frolicked about while Emi, the Togekiss, nestled itself in a nearby tree. She apparently enjoyed the harmony of the area, occasionally roosting on Ray’s belly when she came back to the campsite for a rest.
The sun has started to set, and with little persuasion needed, the beluga and orca are settled atop Ryuu’s back, drifting with little care in the water. The streaks of orange and violet marking the near-twilight sky are incredible– beautiful. Gently caressing the tender cream-colored flesh on the Pokémon’s neck, she hums, pressing a loving kiss to the dual-type’s cheek.
“The sunset’s really pretty, isn’t it, Ryuu?”
The Transport Pokémon cooed in response, splashing its lofty flippers in the salty water, causing the raven to bubble with laughter. Ray would shift around on the shell, turning to face Makoto with a cheeky smile marking her features.
“What about you, Mako-chan?
Isn’t it just gorgeous?”
“It’s beautiful,” Makoto’s voice trails into a gentle laugh as he shifts on the Lapras’ back. He scoots higher, sliding along the rough ridges of its shell, being careful not to slip into the water.
If he were to be honest with himself he’d admit that he was still a little frightened of the sea, especially so close to nighttime: the water was quickly growing darker, and it ripples in the wake of Ryuu’s flippers in a way that was a bit unsettling.
“I really like sunsets. I mean, the sky normally is nice, but ... sunsets just seem warmer.” It was an obvious statement, he realizes: of course everything would seem warmer, bathed in the orange light of a dying day. “They were easy to see, back in my home city, so I guess it’s a bit nostalgic too?”
He rolls his shoulders up, lifting them as the admission brings a smile to his face, his eyes crinkling from the width of it. Sunsets were long days with his childhood friend, swimming and playing along the shore: they were the deep orange hide of his dragonite, of evening strolls with his mother, and late errands with Tamura-san.
And now they were quiet evenings with Ray, drifting along the tide.
“Mn.... Next time we should ride on Nanami so that Ryuu can get a break,” his voice lowers into a coo as he strokes his fingers down the curve of Ryuu’s neck, lingering on his smooth, tepid skin. “Do you think that would be okay?”
His question is posed more to the pokemon rather than its trainer, and he playfully bumps Ray with his shoulder when he realizes she’s been left out.
“It’s been a while since we let them out together though, huh?”
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