#oakliing

angst starters. / @oakliing "do you really think i forgot, after all this time?"

His eyes lift from the book with the strongest hint of annoyance. Green has to thank whoever he think best protects him that they're at the Battle Tree during work hours, and there is people around them, preventing Red from making him understand he doesn't want to be disturbed by him specifically with a punch in the face. He's been sitting on one of the chairs, waiting for the next opponent to present themselves ( and choose him over Green ), trying to read the same stupid page of his book for the latest fifteen minutes, and Green just couldn't stop interrupting him for stupid questions and meaningless phrases.

He holds his book stronger for but a moment, enough to threaten to bend the cover, wishing to be throwing it at Green's face instead; then, he inhales sharply and exhales the clearest sigh of frustration, throwing a bookmark between the pages and letting the book fall beside the chair.

a study of stars. / @oakliing Betelgeuse  —  Sender  rests  their  forehead  against  Receiver's.

He catches him in a moment of pure exhaustion. Admittedly, he didn't see him coming. He thought no one was around, making him lower his guard enough to train in the open - an empty beach, in the middle of the night, hidden from the view of the street. No one would have disturbed him there, and even if he caught someone's attention, the utter destruction of his pokémon's moves would have surely drove them away. Recent commitments, and the necessity to keep that stupid mask that the media gave him on, made him push back trainings, and if there is something he hates to avoid it's training.

They have a week to recuperate. It's time to work.

He pushes his team to the limits, but even more, he pushes himself way over his own. The lost time, mixed with the sudden annoyance - no, even more, he thinks straight up anger - at the memory of one of the journalists pushing for him to come on, say a single word! We'd love to hear your voice! As if they weren't doing it for the visuals. He keeps going even when he gestures for his team to catch a breather, he keeps going the following hours when their training restarts, and eventually stops only when he pushes himself too much to the extreme. The umpteenth moved call makes him stumble by the strain of the effort, and Charizard catches him right before he falls.

More than himself realizing how much he pushed his own body, it's his pokémons forcing him to stop. They all lean down on the sand, taking in the cool night air, while Red sits a bit more distant, on one of the rocks near the entrance of the beach. Arms resting on the knees, head hanging low, eyes closed; exhaustion settling in. It is too strong for him to really react when he feels his hands being taken gently by other hands, his mind processing too slowly that those were of another human. He feels his head being lifted by a contact, his forehead resting again someone else's, and for long, long moments he doesn't connect it to anything. He just lets the sensation wash over him, feeling almost... comforting. Such a gentle touch on his warm skin, like the one of the soft breeze in the night. He breathes, eyes still closed, instinctively letting the sensation take all of his senses.

Then, suddenly, everything else wakes up. He fully notices the touch on his hands, he becomes aware of an actual presence in front of him. His heart jumps in his throat at the sudden realization of how near this other person was, of how long it took him to notice something was off.

From slowing down, his breath suddenly accelerates in short and quick, anxious gasps for air, his body suddenly tensing up. Yet, his eyes don't snap open, too afraid of who might be in front of him - of an R on the clothes, of Giovanni's face suddenly so near. They open slowly, his hands starting to shake, finding someone's fingers intertwined with his own, and carefully move up...

[ TXT ] hey Lance im going to Unova tomorrow gym closed hope its okay 👈😎👈

[ txt. ]: I wish you would start giving more notice on things like this.

"Yes that whole line are nontraditional dragons. They are Pokemon who evolved to adapt to the rapid urbanization of Unova, have an incredibly strong sense of territory, and family and what they consider their hoard. Scraggy and Scrafty are very prideful and stubborn creatures. Their flat round faces emulate humans in order to hide in said urban areas. It's why it tilts more into the Fighting type category. People forget that the 'pants' it wears is excess skin, which is as dense as it is because they consume their shed skin to regain nutrients as they grow. They can still learn dragon type moves since it is still in their ancestry, but like I said. Nontraditional dragon."

Did you want her to nerd out because thats what you got.

JUMPS ON HIM but like. in a cool way