Flying High, Flying Free

Leave a “We’re out of milk!” in my ask and I’ll write how our characters would behave if they were housemates/flatmates/roommates.

;; I miss missing you, now and then. 

Shopping for houses is not something that Gold had set out to do with intense fervor, instead he drags his feet as he meets with another realtor, this time in Violet City. The one he had visited in Goldenrod had been promising, but he wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to stay in Goldenrod; things felt too real there. It is as though his past and present are seeping into his future plans and urging him to stay with the familiarity that Goldenrod presents him with. That only causes him to push it away farther, because he wants nothing to do with his past failures; all he keeps doing is setting himself up for another goddamn failure. He shakes the woman’s hand, smiling at her briefly before being lead into the pleasant one bedroom house.

He listens to her as she prattles on about benefits, costs, and about Violet City in general and why it would be lovely to live there, but all Gold can focus on is the aesthetic detail of the house. It is about time he moved in somewhere that actually felt like home. Violet City does not necessarily feel like home, but this house has definitely given him good vibes from the moment he walked in; it is hard for him to commit though.

Violet City and its outlying routes could serve for practice grounds as Gold moves on from one dream and onto the next; failing to gain his Champion title back was just another slap in the face, and he had began pushing his friends away because he didn’t want any of their shitty sympathy, but now he is starting to realize that they are only trying to be his friends. He’s selfish, and choosing to move out and away from Silver and Leaf isn’t exactly the best choice, but he wants solidarity. 

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After bidding farewell to the realtor, Gold decides to pay his respects to the monks at Sprout Tower because he remembers a time when they helped him through his journey. Violet City would make just as good of a home as any of the other cities/towns he had passed through when he had first started his journey. 

It isn’t until he is nearing the tower when he recognizes the person standing before the ominous, tall building that towered above the both of them, having the appearance of slightly swaying in the open air. “Falkner,” Gold breathes out, wondering what power in the world would have caused him to forget about the gym leader; he had been such a close friend, and now they both had separated over the years. Drunken nights and secrets hang in the air between them as Gold closes the space between them. Every molecule is thick with memory, and before Falkner or Gold can really react, they are embracing. The embrace lingers after Gold pulls away, but he can hardly contain the glee he feels after being apart from his friend for so long. 

“Gold?” He questioned, unbelieving. No one had heard from Gold in years. But a longer look confirmed for the Gym Leader that it was, indeed, the former Champion, and a smile spread across his face. There was no hesitation when he embraced the other; no sense of strangeness that there once might have been. The sheer joy and reassurance that Gold was safe wiped away all of that.

It was rare for Falkner to befriend victorious trainers. Many moved on once they’d earned the Zephyr Badge and never spoke to Falkner again, and he was used to that. He once believed Gold to be like that, but the black-haired trainer had proven him quite wrong. And somewhere between the ‘hello’s and nights of hangover-fueled conversations, Gold had ceased to be a stranger and instead became a friend.

For awhile he simply stood there, taking in the moment when they pulled away. Also stunned beyond words, he waited for the other trainer to speak first, although he seemed just a tongue-tied. Finally:

‘I...I missed you so much.’

“Me too.” What else was there to say? The Gym Leader had never been one for words, and any that he might have once had escaped him. He let out a half-heart ‘heh’, as if shocked that he was at a loss words. Eventually he found some. “It’s been awhile. I’ve been worried.”

"Of course I am." She said with a grin. She didn’t want to tell Falkner that she was a spy, and hoped to never have to. However, the subject wasn’t brought up again as Falkner spoke about the older couple. She figured that staying in the gym was a good idea. Even though she and Falkner were good…somethings, she figured she’d need some space to be able to sort things out.

“Alright, whenever you want then, I’ll take you over and you can decide for yourself. They’d be happy to have a guest.”

"Well, the sooner the better." She said, watching him rummage through is happi for something. 

Finally, he found it and pulled out a box with designs of Johto’s legendary birds, and from inside he produced a silver badge.

“I believe I owe you this.”

‘Is that a challenge, Bird Boy? Don’t think I won’t accept.’

Falkner didn’t bother to hide the amused smirk on his face as he put away the box.

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