the dust settles"That was reckless."
At Jeb's words, Tori looked over at him from her hospital bed. Her boyfriend was sitting next to it, frown ever present on his face. She gave him a half-cocked grin.
"Maybe it was, but I wouldn't have done anything else. You know?"
"No, I don't!"
She sighed, looking away from him again, instead choosing to stare up at the ceiling. She couldn't move much without the risk of agitating her wounds, and it would be a while yet until a healer from Satania's group would be able to get to her. Michiru had been hurt much worse than she had, so she took higher priority. That's something Tori could understand, and honestly, she could wait.
Regardless, she could tell Jeb was trembling. She could tell how much he was holding back, how much he just wanted to break down and cry. It made her feel guilty for making him feel this way, for worrying him.
But she still didn't regret her choice.
"I don't understand why you did that," he spoke up again. "You and Michiru... you both could
miracle, overdue (post canon/juri x shiori x miki)It was in the middle of the night that Juri Arisugawa bolted straight up in her bed with a gasp, eyes wide and covered in sweat. She slowly brought a hand to her forehead, closing her eyes again as she allowed herself to take a couple of deep breaths.
Another nightmare about Ohtori Academy.
She sighed, giving herself a few moments to decide on whether she would immediately attempt sleep again or get some fresh air before doing so. She decided on the latter, slowly worming her way out of bed.
Not an easy thing to do when you're in between two people, but Juri managed to do it.
Juri stood, looking back over to the two people she had grown accustomed to sharing her bed with. One of them, her best friend from childhood and first love, the person she had such a strained relationship with for the longest time. The other, a gentle boy she had originally met through Ohtori Academy's fencing team and soon became friends with when they ended up on the Student Council together.
She tried to will
Fandom: Pokemon XY
Characters/Pairings: Augustine Sycamore, mentions of Lysandre/Sycamore
Summary: Because of his feelings for one man and loyalty to five trainers, he chose to remain neutral. Even now, he's not sure which side he would have taken.
The "two roads" bit is a variation of the world-famous "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost.
He walks down the city streets as the sun sets, eyes focused ahead and his hand in one pocket. It's been a month, two weeks and three days since Team Flare was defeated and disbanded, Serena's probably already on her way to the Pokemon League with Calem one step behind her as always. He's seen a few of the old grunts here and there, moaning about how they had to get real jobs now.
Lysandre's still nowhere to be found, and rumors of his fate change every day. By now he's learned to ignore silly gossip, none of these people were there when the
Fandom: Pokemon HGSS
Prompt: Won't fall in love...oops. In love
Word Count: 883
Summary: He really was an idiot.
I haven't written this pairing in for fucking ever.
He was an idiot.
Actually, they both were; Lance was already stupid with those ridiculous capes. And that hair. And his stupid "heroic" phrases that made him sound like a cheesy superhero wannabe. Which he already was thanks to the capes, but the phrases just clinched it. And Silver swore upon a stack of Pokeballs that he would never fall for someone like that. Ever.
Not that Silver ever had any plans to fall for anyone, but after Lyra's comment he'd been more determined than ever to prove her wrong. Just because I'm training under him and stop by the Dragon's Den whenever I have the time doesn't mean anything! Aside from making my Pokemon stronger! And someday he'd be even stronger than Lance and actual
The kitchen was a mess, and so was the girl standing before him. Flour and sugar coated the countertop and the floor like a fine snowfall, at least the parts not sticky with vanilla and butter and egg residue. Tori's apron looked like a Jackson Pollock painting, and even though the oven was off Jeb could still smell whatever was in there burning. Tori grinned sheepishly, running a sticky hand through her hair.
"Oh...hi, Jeb!" She laughed a little. "I made us some Christmas cookies. Or...tried to. I still have to frost them, and I'll probably even mess that up," she sighed. "Sorry...I just wanted to do something special, since it's almost Christmas."
Jeb didn't know what to say to that. On one hand, cooking was not Tori's strong suit and they both knew it. He'd tried to teach her a couple times, but to no avail; as it stood all she could capably make was hot chocolate and even that came from a mix. Not that it mattered to Jeb, of course; he was more tha
injured animalI was like an injured bird,
Waiting to heal and once again take flight.
In a fashion typical of you,
You walked forward, eyes cold.
Without mercy, you stomped on a wing,
Showing no compassion as you kicked me while I was down.
You put me back in my cage,
Expecting me to sing for you.
Isolation is what you wished for me!
In two months, I realized--
Just how much I had wasted of seven years.
Eventually, I once again flew--from you,
Never to return.
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