I think I've Found a Dream of My Own

I DON’T UNDERSTAND

IF I CAN’T EAT

SAND

THEN WHAT ELSE

IS THERE?

inhale

LITERALLY

EVERY. OTHER. FOOD.

“…”

N O T.  S A N D.

I DON’T UNDERSTAND

IF I CAN’T EAT

SAND

THEN WHAT ELSE

Holds her by the collar of her clothes.

✧ @hopskipnjump​ ✧ mused:

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a Bede should be able to fly.

❝…❞

Dragged Out Starters!

✧ @hopskipnjump​ ✧ approached:

❝We’re going out! No ‘but’s!❞

❝Very convincing. I almost don’t want to argue the point.❞

    The gym leader’s wit is dry as per usual… but despite the bite of his words, he makes no move to follow through with any such arguing. Instead, he heaves a loud sigh and rolls his eyes before shoving his hands into his pockets.

“That’s the best bit! We don’t know!”

The young man leans his neck to the side, working out a little click.

it was always that fuzzy feeling, wasn’t it? that warmth of when their hands skirted, when pinkie finger traced the outside of her palm in a curious dive to explore her hand’s hold. marnie felt her stomach do flips at the sensation of hop’s heated pad sliding along the outer rim of her hand midway through the crowd’s bustle, like a heat-seeking missile led by his heart. her palm opens willingly, welcoming his grasp into her own as fingers thread together. 

laced like openings in each other’s heart, they combine  &&.  string along as they walk, cautious not to let strangers hustle between their conjoined arms. wyndon was always known for its bustle during tournament weekends, marnie having brought hop along for the ride in her next leg of the match. she’d be going up against milo, grass versus the new dark gym’s leader, something marnie had been chewing herself up over. not that there was much of a type-advantage. she had been more concerned over how clear her head would be on the day of her tournament match.

“You do plenty of thinkin’ on the pitch, don’t ya? The way I see it, you ought to be clearin’ your mind before a big match to get into the zone.”

“You’re going to get out there, and you’re already going to be doin’ amazing. I even brought one of those banners Team Yell’s been peddlin’!”

He nods towards the little rolled up sheet under his arm.

Sneaky sneaky up behind her…

Then, a HUG!

“Oop! Critical catch successful! Let’s see if she stays in…”

    OOP! SEEMS HOP got the jump on her, this time! While initially a little startled, she soon grins, leaning back into his hug contentedly.

❝Ptchoo!❞

He’s there in her warmth a little longer, as if satisfied with his new ‘catch.’

Sneaky sneaky up behind her...

Then, a HUG!