#forgxtmxnot

   Nightmares weren’t uncommon for Cole, though they typically weren’t common either considering by the time that he managed to sleep he was so tired that he didn’t dream. He just passed out, woke up a few hours later and continued to go about his day. So nightmares, just not something he worried about. He did have a hard time when they happened, he’d wake up in a cold sweat and wander down into the kitchen for a cup of tea or something else--stronger before heading back into his office and going about his work. Though it did mean the next time he crashed would be a lot longer. 

   However, since Brendan had returned he’d taken to bringing Cole to bed with him and forcing him into it. Sometimes he’d just wait until the other fell asleep and then he’d leave but it didn’t take long for the other man to realize that was something he was doing. Now Brendan would stay up as late as he could, until he saw Cole getting tired and then he take him to bed and wait. It was impressive, how resilient he was and determined to make Cole sleep. It was unfortunate however, that today it worked.

   Cole was already tired, he’d wandered around the desert looking for buried parts of Orre’s history, then he had to attend to his duties at Orre Colosseum and finally make an appearance at Mt. Battle for a challenger who managed to make it to the hundredth floor. By the time he was done he only got to escape because Brendan showed up to collect him. Laura would be lucky if she wasn’t fired tomorrow for harassing the man. 

   Needless to say he was fairly tired, rubbing at his eyes and trying his best to stay awake. He didn’t want to leave his bike at the Colosseum but Brendan had road on Salamence’s back and Cole was tired enough that he actually agreed to the ride. They were back home before he knew it, dropped off at Cole’s house while Salamence wandered around to eat some berries from the tree’s Noctowl liked to sleep in. They had dinner and then Brendan helped him organize his office and thoughts on Team Snagem and Cipher before he was dragged to bed. 

   It shamefully took him only a good hour before he managed to pass out in bed, head buried in the pillows and his right hand gripping the bottom of the shirt that Brendan borrowed. He wasn’t a clingy person, Cole actually wasn’t used to touching others even Rui kept her distance apart from random acts of affection, but he found himself drawn to Brendan. A part of him worried, especially after the last time he went to Hoenn and how long that took, that if he left again he would come back. So he clung to him, hand gripping the bottom of Brendan’s shirt in his sleep and body angled toward him. 

   About an hour into sleep was when the nightmare hit. Horrible twisted memories of him stealing Pokemon from their trainers, the guilt he felt when seeing Celebi the first time, the horrible feeling of devastation when Eevee died and then the others he stole being subjected to the same thing. People blaming him for the Shadow Events, his mother's disappointed stares and terror--terrified of him. The monster he became that parents warn their children about before they start their adventures. 

   And then Brendan. Innocent, kindhearted Brendan, who had told him it wasn’t his fault, blaming him just like everyone else. Because it was his fault, he’d stole those Pokemon knowing what was going to become of them. He handed them over to their fate and if he’d met Brendan any earlier in his life he’d done the same to him. The dark, dead and hollowed eyes of Ludicolo stared back at him, Brendan sobbing in the background and repeating it’s all your fault. The Pokemon reared back, a roar ripping from its throat before it launched it’s entire body at his, sharp terrifying teeth plunging into his neck and jaw locking around him tightly. And then, with a sharp twist, it tore his flesh from his body and ripped his jugular out. 

   Cole shot up in the bed, eyes wide and left hand flying up to his throat. He felt his skin, terror still clinging to his body as the remains of the nightmares clouded his mind. His right hand still clenching around Brendan’s shirt had twisted painfully in the fabric, his knuckles pressed against the flat of Brendan’s stomach. Slowly he released his grip, bones cracking as they straightened out from a fist. His heart hurt from beating so fast. 

   Glancing to the side he peeked over at Brendan, seeing the others eyes open and watching him carefully. Of course he was awake, how did you sleep with someones fist pressed into your stomach. He felt terrible suddenly, worse than he already did from that nightmare, and quickly turned his head away. 

   ❝ Go back to sleep Brendan. ❞

   Reaching his hand up he rubbed his face, pressing his lips together tightly when he felt the tears that were on his skin. He wasn’t sure what felt more pathetic, the fact that he cried or the fact that he had reacted so strongly to the nightmare that he had started to strangle Brendan with his shirt. Perhaps it would be best if he turned one of the extra rooms into a spare bedroom for Brendan to sleep in rather than sharing a bed, that or he slept on the couch. Shaking his head he pushed away from the bed, standing to his feet. 

   He was going to leave, so that the other could actually sleep in peace when he heard him speak again. Turning a bit he glanced over at the bed, seeing Brendan sitting up now and still watching him. Truly, when had he become so observant? Before he could miss so many little things that Cole gave off and now it felt like he couldn’t hide anything from him even when he was trying to. 

   The words he spoke made him turn his head back away, looking down to the ground once more. Nothing more you could have done. That was such a lie he wanted to laugh, laugh scream and cry at the same goddamn time. He had so many chances to do the right thing and he had chosen not to. It wasn’t until he stole that machine to destroy it and ran into Rui that he was forced to do the right thing. 

   He was no better than the people that he mocked and tried to take down now. No better than the idiots who turned Team Snagem into real criminals instead of petty thieving pirates. 

   ❝ I’m a criminal Brendan. Stop expecting something better than that. I chose to do nothing, we both know that. ❞

   He continued out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. His hand shook against the doorknob and only now did he realize just how weak his body felt. Taking a breath he closed his eyes, took a chance to collect himself and then started for the office. He might not be any better than them, but that simply meant they thought the same and eventually, he’d make something right.

1ST RULE: TAG SOME MUSES YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW BETTER: @timebranded / @puerveritas , @fracturedhues , @rivalsgreen , @sunbonded , && anyone who else wants to fill this out!!

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.

Sean asked for my Hoenn muses SO…

PEARL:

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller i wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well just about anyone tbh I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss  I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship ( v dependent ) I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship ( v dependent ) I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school My parents are still together ( wheeze.. v dependent ) I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CD’s I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

@forgxtmxnot / @pokemusesvani

He wonders if at the end of all this, when Sam reaches his final birthday and the sun begins to set on his time, if Agatha will have learned to put aside her resentment and embrace the friendship her presence always brings him back to. The sunny days in Pallet Town summertime, the rolling hills catching their skinned knees, the far away dreams of pokemon and glory… 

The thought of dying before he can ever see her smile again isn’t the kind of regret he wants to bear the burden of, but maybe that’s all he can do for the both of them. 

Maybe people can be coffins, too.

Palmer: I have no idea what's about to happen, but it has been a great pleasure to walk beside each and every one of you.

    Pearl sniffed in frustration at the adult, looking at the two pokemon on the field.. He was about five years of age and still trying to grasp the concept of pokemon with certain type combinations along with their weaknesses.. That being said, he was obviously having a bit of a hard time with it as well.

“I don’t get why electric doesn’t hit quagsire!!”

    His face contorted into something mirroring his impatience.. The boy was always incredibly irritable, especially when he didn’t understand something immediately.. It was a bit of a bad habit, but he wanted to be as good as his dad at pokemon as soon as possible, who, by the way was the best trainer EVER in his perspective.

“It’s water right?! So it should do at least something!!”

    Oh the troubles of childhood, strange concepts pop up that are difficult to grasp, such as counting money and understanding shapes.. It’s bound to happen sooner or later. In this case it just so happened to be about a rather unique pokemon type match-up.

Cole didn’t watch TV if it wasn’t the news. He had to many things to do, to many worries, and quite honestly he found it boring. But when Brendan found out he didn’t even know what the most recent Movies were about or even called his head practically exploded. He looked at Cole like he had lost his mind, like he couldn’t believe someone was so un-in-touch with normal modern life that he hadn’t seen the recent Avengers Movie or whatever the hell else he had called them. Cole had elected to ignore the kid ranting and freaking out, shaking his head at him and continuing to connect dots to his board. 

Up until his arm was grabbed. 

He was pulled away from the office he was working in, forced to drop the strings he had in his hand otherwise the entire board would have come pulled off of the wall. Yanked into the living room he found himself shoved onto the couch and some DVD put into his TV. Honestly he hadn’t even known it could do that but apparently it could because it was now playing some stupid show. Heaving a sigh he leaned back into the couch, head rested on his hand as the movie playing filled the silence of the room. Brendan ranted about how he watched this so many times, about how he loved it. 

Then about half an hour in the kid was passed out. How’d he know that? Because his head was resting on Cole’s lap and he was snoring. Hell no, if he had to watch this damn thing then you could bet that Brendan did too. He got pulled from his work to suffer then Brendan had to suffer with him. Sitting up he placed his hand on Brendan’s shoulder, shook him a bit and then just outright shoved him when he refused to wake up. He hit the floor with a SMACK and Cole sat up, looking down at him on the floor. 

❝Oops.❞

Pearl’s feelings on your muse. || accepting ! @forgxtmxnot​ && @bxrryjxn​

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Surprisingly the third time he met the kid it wasn’t at all in Hoenn it was actually in Orre. It’s hard to imagine that he went stalking him down, trying to figure out where Cole was and who he was so honestly he assumed it was just a rare chance. They weren’t at Mt. Battle, though if one asked why he assumed Brendan was here he would assume it was that. After all Mt. Battle and the secret Orre Colosseum was known for being difficult. Unlike the other regions they prided themselves on combat. 

Regardless where they met was actually out in the desert. Cole was standing on top of a rock with his PD☆A out, taking little notes as Umbreon ran back and forth underneath a Pokemon. The Skarmory would scream at her, bat at her, and Cole didn’t look up. He marked something as the tension in the air seemed the shift, his gaze lifting up over the edge of the PD☆A when the Pokemon seemed to hone in on someone else. Cole blinked, followed the Shadow Pokemon’s gaze down and his eyes widened at spotting the moron kid from Petalbug Woods standing down there like a deerling in headlights. 

When Skarmory started air diving for him Cole lept from the rock, arms winding around Brendan’s waist and shoving him to the ground. He shielded the kid with his own body, tucking his head against his chest with one arm while the other tried to protect his own.

❝Still bad luck?!❞