美しさと風流

okay unfortunately, I am off for the rest of the day.

But tomorrow I will reply to the Crasher Wake/Wallace thread I owe a reply to andddd the Wallace and Steven thread.

I swear.

The nearing of the champions tournament left Wallace feeling strained, though the end of the day came with a rush of relief, both he and his Pokemon were worn out to the core and Wallace couldn't help but feel for them, they'd certainly be allowed several days of rest away from the Hoenn league, though fortunately enough, Wallace had a select team he'd used for certain events, they'd be spared anyway. With a few loses and many wins, Wallace exited to building, more than ready to avoid all press and make his way back to his home region of Hoenn.

The paparazzi could be a royal pain in the ass for the champion back in Hoenn, always wanting to meddle their noses into his private life, which he did a good job keeping to himself, mostly due to the fact he mostly kept himself locked up in the champion's quarters of Ever Grande and well, honestly, he didn't have much going on in his private life, being champion kept him busy from most things. Wallace could understand why Steven had handed the title down to him, but took it with honour anyhow, respecting and keeping up with his duties.

An unfamiliar voice calling out for him caused Wallace to sigh heavily and roll his eyes, he wasn't ready to be bombarded with questions. Now, usually, Wallace handled all journalists with civility, patience and grace, after all, from a young age his the great Juan, his mentor, had pushed always being refined, calm and and collected, which stuck with Wallace from his youth to his days much passed adolescence, but today Wallace just wasn't in the mood.

Though, looking back, to his amusement and relief, the young water specialist gym leader of the region trailed behind. Wallace offered a friendly but exhausted smile, slowing his pace enabling the blue-haired male to match it. Wallace couldn't help but wonder what the boy could possibly want, the two had spoken very few times, he supposed he'd find out soon enough. Not that the interaction wasn't warranted, he was glad it was Cress than the alternative constantly nagging reporters.

Okay hi, back from hiatus and all settled into my new place yayyy ~~~

It's a lil' funky lookin', but that's okay, it's a place to live. 

I've been a little busy with moving and stuff for the past few days and may continue to be for the next few days.

But tomorrow I'm gonna try to be on and active!

That'll be all.

"Cress."

The world was vast and wide, yet Wallace was stuck in his home region of Hoenn. Can't be helped, he supposed, being champion meant Wallace had to stay put and the title was an honour to have, he couldn't complain. However, that hadn't meant he needed to stay put in Ever Grande City at all times.

Escaping off the edges of the island, Milotic was released from it's Pokeball into the waters commanding the Pokemon to swim until they touchdown on land. In retrospect, Wallace could have easily flown there but his preferred method of transportation was by sea, if it were an option.

•••

A few hours had passed, and Wallace had dozed off atop of Milotic whom apparently had been whining for quite some time in attempt to inform they'd reached Lilycove City, not exactly the location he'd shot for, but it worked just as well.

Before recalling Milotic back into it's Pokeball, Wallace stroked the serpentine's face, thanking him for his service. A red trail withered the Pokemon away. 

Wallace settled himself on the far side of the beach, a few minute walk from the city, yet secluded. The male removed his normal attire, stripping only to his undergarments and placed his clothing to a dry spot to the side. Upon lying down, Wallace had apparently forgotten to remove his hat and the tide coming up to his body soaked it. He huffed and sighed, throwing over the soggy hat to the side, releasing his long turquoise locks from restraint. Taking a few breaths, he calmed his temper, no amount of annoyance could ruin his day of peace.

The rays of the sun beating down on his bare chest washed over by the cool waters of the tide brought him absolute serenity, along with a considerable amount of drowsiness, enough to cause him to doze off. Though it didn't take long for his rest to be disrupted. A tap on the shoulder startled Wallace, sending a jolt of fright up his body causing his lips to release a small yelp. 

"How awfully sweet of you, I’m flattered, truly —"