But the thing I will never admit to anyone who's met me is how desperately I want to be loved, I don't think I could say it. How I want someone to hold my wrists and kiss my palms and smile at me, and want me, I want to be wanted and I don't know how long poetry or songs will substitute for being wanted.
“you have always loved too hard, too tight, and with too much of your heart: you cannot help the fact that you feel everything so much.”
— Aubrey Hoffer (via thelovejournals)
“She was unstoppable. Not because she did not have failures or doubts, but because she continued on despite them.”
— Beau Taplin (via wordsnquotes)
sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʜɪʟʟ 𝒇 + sᴄᴇɴᴇʀʏ
--there we go.
"The same guy I defeated a handful of times already?"
Maybe a little bit of an exaggeration, but so far she was having way more luck in battle than him. Jorge was quick to jump on the side, hopping around the room and, most importantly, around both the Muk and its Trainer, almost trying to either distract them both or even make the Pokèmon hit Archie himself.
A trickster at heart, not unlike the little girl who just waltzed in an ecoterrorist group's base and started wrecking everything in her way.
"Psych up!", she chirps, the Sylveon stopping to charge up before restarting to hop around.
"Bwahaha!!"
More laughter echoes through the room as Archie plucks a Pokéball from the belt clip. He tosses it into the air, and out comes his Muk. An unpleasant aroma fills the air as the Pokémon cries out angrily.
"Wouldn't dare dissapoint now, would I? Who d'ya take me fer?"
A wave of his hand, and the Poison-type starts preparing a Sludge Wave to toss at the opposing Sylveon.
Oh he barely had the time to SAY IT! As soon as she was given the okay, she already opened the first dice roll app she could find and--
"Johto it isssss apparently.
Traditional towns, biiiig mountain, mysterious cave full of alphabet soup. Sounds right up your alley!"
Alright then. They were doing this. Against his better judgement perhaps, but sometimes, not listening to that little voice in his head that told him to do as he should, was a lot more fun.
"...Go on ahead! Let's see where we're travelling to!"
Her smile widened ever so slightly.
"Now we're talkin', Stevie!"
She's not dropping the fucking nickname, nope!
"Thinking too much will make your brain melt. I found the best places I've ever seen just while walking around a random town I ended up droppin' in after skydiving, actually. In fact--"
--she pulls out her phone!
"Want me to roll? Right now. No backsies."
Ooh. Spotaneity and impulsivity. A roll of the dice as to where they'd be off too. He liked that thought.
"...Actually, that sounds like a fun idea! Why should we have to decide when we can have the world do it for us?"