#sherrue

Finally freed myself from Nano Hell, proceeded to doodle some cute beans.

You can follow Naomi and Kenneth’s adventures in Thirteenth’s Agency, and Prima and Opal in deeforty-five’s Dear Diary! Both are excellent storylockes that I recommend everyone read especially if they like feelings

LINE UP FOR SOME WONDERGAYS! consider this a teaser for the Moon nuzlocke I may or may not ever write

“Sights like these make me wish I’d actually gone on a journey.”

The sun is just peeking up over the ocean, painting the sky in gold and pink. It’s all she can see up here on the mountain–Sherri’s already forgotten the name in favor of memorizing the sparkle of the water, of the precise formation of the clouds as they bask in light. It’s freezing up here, too much for even her heavy jacket; there’s a thin layer of frost on the brown stone. When they’d decided to spirit away to an island region, she had packed for beach basking and sudden rainfall and maybe the occasional hike through winding jungle roads.

“If it helps,” True says beside her, “I never saw anything like this. I don’t know if you can even get this high back home.”

It does, a little; it’s one more thing they get to share together, just the two of them. Her legs alternate between burning from the hike and shivering from the cold; she folds into True’s side, and is engulfed by the other woman’s coat. This close, Sherri can feel True’s heart beating, a steady rhythm that matches the serene space.

“Is it bad that I don’t want to go back down?” True asks.

“Freeze our butts off looking at the pretty water, or go take care of messy business. Some options.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do,” Sherri says softly. “And no, it isn’t.”

True doesn’t answer at first, just presses their heads together. She lifts Sherri’s hand to her mouth and kisses it gently, rocking Sherri’s knuckles against her lips. It’s the tiny gestures like these that make Sherri remember why they came to Alola in the first place: to escape the real world for a little bit, to be young and silly and very, very much in love. But real life always had a way of wiggling itself in the small spaces people made for themselves. They could have ignored it, but that’s not the kind of people they are. It’s not the kind of person True is, especially when she’s seen the aftermath first-hand.

Kinda makes Sherri realize why she’s in love in the first place.

“The sooner we fix this, the sooner we go home. To our jobs and not-mountains and smoggy, smoggy cities.”

“Some options,” True parrots back at her with a laugh.

“Which we love.”

“We do,” True agrees, and squeezes Sherri’s hand. “Sorry this wasn’t the vacation I promised.”

“You promised me a fun time. Chaos can be fun.”

“You’re so–”

But anything else disappears when Sherri kisses True firmly; for a moment the water is just water, the horizon just a blur of color. “So…?” Sherri teases.

True’s green eyes are bright and glistening when they pull apart. “Can’t remember. Doesn’t matter.”

Happy Halloween from my favorite Wondergays! They just so happen to be dressed up as their patronus Pokemon: Sherri as Leavanny, and True as Altaria.

So there are… two ways this could go:

A) Closing ceremonies for the League have just begun and True is named Viridian’s new gym leader. Obviously this is the perfect time to wade through a new relationship. There are (mostly fluffy) shenanigans. B) Casey passes. Despite her best efforts, Sherri isn’t always enough to keep True above water.

I don’t know who I am. I’ve become someone new.Nothing I just did is anything I would do. Overnight, everything changed. I am not prepared.I’m dizzy. I’m nauseous. I’m shaking. I’m scared.Am I falling in to nothingness, or flying into something so sublime?

There was a time when @bulbasaursalad never showed me You On Kazoo. It was a happier time.