The Very Best

The fact he didn’t answer the question with anything besides a laugh, bothers Red more than it might’ve not so long ago. It comes across with the tone ‘oh of course not’, but then why not just say that? There seems to be a catch and he can’t hide a look of concern. Maybe it was nothing, maybe he was just overthinking it? He hoped that was the case, for now he was willing to drop the subject.

When Fire’s Charizard joined them, he wasn’t sure what to make of the narrowed look he was getting from him. Definitely a more hostile response than he remembered him having years ago, he could bring out Cinder to say hello as well. But something about that gave him a sinking feeling, so he’d just smile and wave to the dragon for now. “Hey Charizard, guessing Fire’s kept you busy all this time. You look even tougher than the last time I saw you.”

He hopes that might smooth things over a little, but something told him it probably wouldn’t. Just what was going on with this reunion?

Things were very much not smoothed. The draconic creature huffed, not quite a breath of fire, but the smoke was a warning.

Fire didn’t miss this detail, and turned an entirely unimpressed look onto Charizard, who returned it calmly with one of his own. A second passed in which Red didn’t exist, before Fire turned to face his brother again, and repeated, with emphasis, “As I was saying, he loves to see you too.”

Charizard did not give off the impression of loving to see Red. But the words did their job, and some of the tension vanished from his body, wings relaxing slightly, the closest thing to a peace offering he was willing to make.

anonymous: A roomba arrives for Fire, carrying with it a chocolate candy shaped like a knife.

Aw, how cute. While the craftsmanship behind chocolate sculptures isn’t something Fire is particularly interested in, he can still appreciate the motif, and, of course, chocolate in general.

@harmonicrecord​: Touya shows up with a strawberry cake decorated to look like Fire's hat. "So, I heard you like sweets! I'm still learning how to bake, so let me know if it's good, okay?"

Fire looks at the cake for a moment, eyes narrowed, not in hostility.

He scoops up some frosting with a finger, digging an ugly valley into the cake’s surface that very effectively destroys any visual appeal it had had, and sticks the finger in his mouth, humming around it thoughtfully.

“It tastes fine,” he says, then, eyes twinkling mischieviously, though his expression doesn’t change. There is maybe the tiniest twitch around the edges of his mouth, but it is subtle, easily missed. “The rest doesn’t really matter, does it.”

anonymous: Fire gets a chocolate box for Palentine's Day, from an anonymous sender.

“A shame, then I guess you’re far too busy getting your fill for my issue. I’ll find some other company.”

She shrugs, hand on her hip.

Fire raises his hands in mock-surrender and chuckles, destroying any illusion of genuinely conceding anything.

“Don’t try me, Fire, I swear to the gods.” She grits out, temper sparking. “You piss me off so much.” How Fire managed to successfully and consistently get under her skin is a mystery.

“Ah, yes, law enforcement on your tail can be quite a bother, no?”

Fire’s hand is still on that familiar fabric. His grip on it tightens almost possessively as he tugs on it, and by extension Kate, again, but his smirk remains unchanged. If the action is meant to hold a warning, he doesn’t voice it.

fill this with what you most associate with your muse in each of these (some slightly unusual) categories !

spice: sugar

weather: rain

color: red, copper, silver, greyscale

color of the sky: grey

pokémon type: dark

magical power: suggestion

shoe: sneakers

houseplant: cut black lilies

blade weapon: pocket knife, box cutter

school subject: music

social media: DeeveeantArt

makeup product: coloured contacts

candy: marshmallows

tangible fear: ties and collared shirts

ice cube shape: cube

method of long-distance travel: Charizard

art style: pencil sketches, realism

historical period: modern era

mythological creature: basilisk

piece of stationery: leatherbound notebook

three emoji combination: 🔥🔪👬🏻

celestial body: Deimos

rom com archetype: smug asshole flirt

@controlledflame​: Getting any sort of idea for where to send a gift was not easy, about as easy as it was trying to pick out something for him for mewmas. But despite how out of touch he is with the Fire of today compared to how he remembers him, he knows he's traveling still. So his mewmas gift is practical, a warm sleeping bag for colder nights on the road with a note attached to it. 'Merry Mewmas Fire, I hope you're doing well.'

Fire is no stranger to tears.

They’re a big part of his life that has accompanied him through many nights, and he’s long since lost the ability to feel shame for them.

And yet.

He can’t help but feel silly, turning a little red despite nobody being around to see, as he wipes at his eyes this time.

It’s true, Fire is no stranger to tears. He has cried out all the sorrow in his heart a million times over, only to find even more every single time. He’s used to pouring despair into tears. It doesn’t faze him when it happens. But he cannot, for the life of him, remember the last time he cried out of happiness.

@harmonicrecord​: Fire receives a gift that, upon closer inspection, seems to be a backpack designed to look like an Ariados and a custom knife imported from the Crown Tundra. There's a note attached to it that says, 'Happy holidays! - I. K.'

That’s...

Fire lifts the backpack with two fingers and inspects it as though he expects it to blow up in his face at any point, and that somehow he’s okay with that.

An interesting design to be sure.

“Are you serious,” he says, no fear, no respect, but he doesn’t think the one who dropped this off would be fooled even if he tried to pretend. After all, they seem to know his nature well. Even if they made questionable decisions like, uh... this one.

The knife is already on his belt.

While there might’ve been truth to his comment, Red took it more as a joke and rolled his eyes. “Oh what are the odds that my type specialty ends up being my brother’s name, I wonder. I guess it doesn’t help that we both picked Charmander… how is your Charizard holding up anyway?” He’d used to be so close to Cinder back in the day, but… well if Fire had changed, it wouldn’t be farfetched to think that his starter’s attitude could be different too.

“Someone with a Hydreigon tried to battle me once, I still won but it was quite the fight. I’m sure yours would be a tough opponent too.” But nothing a fairy couldn’t handle either, his Sylveon was proud of himself that day and if he got to fight another dragon he’d probably be proud then too… but that would depend on Fire himself. “…I did hear that they can be aggressive though, that trainer alone showed that easy enough. Yours hasn’t hurt you, I hope?”

Fire laughed the question off.

It was no big deal now, because it was in the past, because it hadn’t been a big deal at the time either. Everything had turned out fine, and even if they hadn’t, well... in that case, that would’ve been the right thing to happen, he supposed.

But Red wasn’t going to see it that way. The Red Fire had known as a kid wouldn’t have, in any case, and that was all he could really go off of.

But there was also only one person he wasn’t willing to lie to, and that was the person sitting next to him now.

“Of course you won,” he said instead of answering. “I would’ve expected nothing less. As for Charizard, he’s doing just fine. In fact-” He unclipped one pokéball from his belt, the surface visibly worn and covered in scratches from years of use. “-I’m sure he’d love to see you too.”

Yeah.

The good old times, amirite?

Ice Type

Ices are cold and fragile, striving for perfectionism. They possess crystal clear mind and thoughts born with calculated elegance.

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