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Oct 15, 2019 23:42:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2019 23:42:33 GMT -5
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He never fails to make her laugh, even in the most dire of situations. This is no different as another bout of giggles escapes her, soft and girlish. She has no doubts that should this boy ever fail as a trainer, he'd make one hell of a comedian. The smile she gives him is amused, quirking the corners of her lips upward into her cheeks. "You'll never know, honey," White snickers. Her secrets are her own and perhaps a little mystery is good. He can wonder about how it takes half an hour just to get her hair to cooperate or how she dumps tons of sugar and cream and just a little bit of vanilla to get her coffee to taste just right. Oh, and she'll definitely never tell him about just how much junk she actually eats when he isn't around. He doesn't need to know everything yet.[break][break]
"I'm not surprised you would write all these questions down," she muses to him, raising a hand to prod at his nose. "You tend to forget everything, you know. Too much training on the brain." A teasing tone drips from each word as they leave her lips. She'll always poke fun at him, even if it's just because he humors her enough to give her most of the reactions she expects. A give and take, really. Naturally they always seem to resort to this teasing atmosphere. He's never been one to be too serious around her and she can't resist pushing at his buttons. The teasing always hides something for her, however, and it always seems to come back in the end.[break][break]
Mentally she curses at herself. Stupid for crying, again, and stupid for thinking the worst of him. The insecurities have always eaten away at her but to let them give her reasons to doubt him? Pathetic. How could she do that to him? She knows it's because she doubts herself, doubts her abilities and strengths, even doubts she's enough to have him stay. They seem to melt away at his hands on her cheeks, drifting off on the breeze at just his voice saying her name. One of his thumbs brushes away any tears that manage to break past her defenses and she leans into the contact. Funny, she never realized just how rough his hands truly felt until now. Calloused from dedicated training yet still gentle against the smooth skin of her face. "I," she attempts, only to fall silent as his hands abandon her cheeks. They travel down to her shoulders, brushing past brunette waves as his eyes find her own.[break][break]
She listens, mouth parting slightly to nibble on the skin of her lip. He speaks with nothing but honesty and she knows he wouldn't lie to her. And still, despite the confirmation slipping from his own lips, she still feels like she's lacking something. She has only just started to learn what he's already mastered, not strong enough to be remotely close to his level. Her attempts always end in frustration and... She can't fight off the scared feeling in her chest. Between the whispers of something big coming and her own personal struggles, she knows she won't be of use during the next few months but... He makes her want to try to get closer to his level, closer to him. With a sigh, she speaks, voice softer than before, tears easily escaping now. "But Black," she begins, breaking eye contact to look down at her feet. "What if staying by my side just ends up holding you back? I'm not as strong as you, not even close," the words are shaky but she attempts to push on, blue eyes surging upward to peer into brown. "I can't keep up and I don't want you to give up on your own dreams." She couldn't be the one to drag him down. No, she wouldn't allow it.[break][break]
Upon hearing him poke fun at himself, she laughs, tears bubbling over her cheeks. No surprise, she supposes. He handles crying by making jokes until she smiles apparently. "You're only half a bumbling idiot," she murmurs. "I'm sorry," the apology comes tumbling out before she can stop it, hands rising to rub at her damp cheeks. "I know you said you chose to stay but what if you regret it?" The one thing she would never want to happen would be for him to regret the time he's spent with her. She knows he wouldn't, he practically just said this is what he wants, but the what if is terrifying. The unknown is something she cannot control and that scares her down to her core.[break][break]
She follows his gaze, a breath escaping her that she didn't know she was holding. Orange and pink swirl together, painting the sky as the sun begins to set. Have they really been out here that long? Where did the time go? She looks back to him as he speaks and a smile creeps onto her lips. His arms circle around her waist, comfortable and warm. Her own arms find their way to his neck, settling against his skin with ease, as she gives him a nod in agreement. "Yeah," she replies, faintly noting the rosiness of his cheeks. Funny, it matches her own... "I'd like that," White murmurs. It sounds nice, truthfully. The future... It seems so frightening but with him by her side, things won't be as bad as they might seem. Besides, he feels like home. "I hope we can, too. I like being around you too, silly." Her cheeks might be pink now but with her next action, pink gives way to scarlet.[break][break]
She leans closer, placing a gentle kiss upon his cheek without a second thought. Leaning away, however, is much more difficult than she anticipated. Embarrassment floods her body and she squeaks out a laugh, awkward and small in a schoolgirl way that she loathes. What came over her? She isn't sure, but she knows that he wouldn't judge her. Besides, she'd probably yell at him for it anyway.[break][break]
White decides to break the contact then, stepping away a little too quickly. Avoidance is something she can be quite good at and that embarrassing moment is definitely cause enough for her to want to high tail it home and never speak of it again. And so, with eyes looking at everything but him, she fidgets with her hair and begins to babble out excuses. "It's late," she blurts out hastily. "We should probably head home soon."
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Oct 16, 2019 10:28:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2019 10:28:31 GMT -5
[newclass=.ayab-m-container]--be-m-accent: #b1cc88;[/newclass] [nospaces] [googlefont=Playfair+Display:400,400i|Roboto:400,700|Vollkorn:400,400i] [attr="class","ayab-m-border"] [attr="class","ayab-m-container"] [attr="class","ayab-m-header"] [attr="class","ayab-m-lyrics-hov"] [attr="class","ayab-m-lyrics"]be as you've always been [attr="class","ayab-m-tagged"]for @white [attr="class","ayab-m-body"] [attr="class","ayab-m-shape"] [attr="class","ayab-m-text"] He flutters his eyes shut as she bops him on the nose. It was one of the most endearing things about White, symbolic of their unique relationship. He did tend to forget everything that wasn't related to training or the specific book he was reading at the moment, much to the annoyance of President White. One of the things that always amazed him about his former boss was how well she organized things and kept track of everything in her seemingly never ending planner. Heck, he had trouble just organizing the thoughts in his own skull sometimes. He would try to keep his own calendar and write things down, but he would just end up forgetting to check his calendar. Old habits die hard. [break][break] "You know I wouldn't allow that... just like how I wouldn't want you to hold back on your own dream either." He remembers how much he had wanted to call her, to see her face again, but he realizes how busy she is with her work and he never could bring himself to yank her away from her work to attend to him. "Sorry if you thought I had gone A.W.O.L. on you, I just didn't want myself to be an extra burden on you." He laughs a little as she compliments him on his abilities as trainer. "Oh come on White. That running an agency thing, you know I'd never be able to do something like that." White would be the last person Black would ever expect to be insecure about herself. In his memory, she was always so headstrong and so determined about what she did. He looked up to her in a lot of ways, much like how his friends Cheren and Bianca did. [break][break] He laughs at her response to his own self-depreciating remark. "Oh wow Prez, a promotion? About time you gave me one of those." He snickers. "Hm? Oh, I think already regretted it the moment I wrecked all that equipment two years ago, but I think it's a little bit too late for that, haha." He laughs while he says this, but he knows he'll never regret the time he spent with White or ever regret challenging the Unova League even if he has to start all over again. If there was one tenet in life he aimed to live by, it was to never let the fear of failure be the reason holding him back from the possibility of success. [break][break] "You'd like that too? Ah, I'm glad..." Her next action catches him completely off guard as he felt her lips against his skin. "EEEP???!!!" He has no idea if he actually made that sound out loud or if it was only in his head. He feels his joints lock up as jolts of electricity seemed to shoot through every single muscle. His eyes widens into plates as his jaw hangs open in shock. A deep hue of color rose through his cheeks, emanating into even his ears as his entire face flushed red-hot. His mind was completely blank, as he stood there completely frozen, still frantically trying to process what just happened. His poor heart was practically threatening to burst out of his ribcage right now. [break][break] "Huh?" Her statement about how late was getting temporarily snaps him out of his trance as he glances at his X-Tranceiver. "Oh wow! Where has all the time gone! Ahaha..." He laughed out loud nervously, as if he was trying to release some of the intense heat that had built up on his cheeks. He was practically speaking gibberish, his words getting tied up in his tongue as if his brain had completely misfired. "Okay White... by the way, next time... we should meet up again... I'll call you! Or you can call me too... haha." He reaches a hand up to touch the part of his cheek where White's lips had made contact, almost as if to make sure that it was real. _______________
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Oct 17, 2019 14:28:00 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2019 14:28:00 GMT -5
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Perhaps she was worried for nothing. It certainly isn't the first time.[break][break]
His words quell her thoughts from spiraling out of control. Sure, it's easy to pinpoint one worry and blow it out of proportion. It's even easier to believe you're doing something out of the greater good for another. To get out of that mindset, however, is difficult. Without his reassurances, she quite possibly would have been distancing herself for a reason she made up. A reason that, while on paper seems logical, is entirely fabricated by her own brain. She does this a lot, she's noticed. Overthinking can be a burden, one she wants no part in despite giving into it far too often for her liking.[break][break]
"What if you can't stop it though?" She muses, knowing it's futile to push the topic further. He won't let it happen, that should be calming to her. Instead, she feels this desire to ruin it, to save him from her. He's strong and brave and doesn't need saving from anything or anyone. The whole logic behind her arguments is simply her own fears and it's selfish of her to project them onto him. She knows this but... She hates that she can't stop it. White thrives on being in control, on being organized. Right now, in this moment, she is anything but. Her emotions have taken over and while she wishes it is as simple as just accepting his words and moving on, her mind won't give up the thought of dragging him down. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, quiet and gentle in the growing autumn breeze.[break][break]
She eyes him, blue roaming over the features of his face she's come to know so well. He shouldn't be apologizing, this much she knows. He made the right choices for himself. Sure, her feelings got hurt in the process but isn't that life? He comes before anything else, just as she puts her own feelings before the greater good. Selfish, perhaps, but necessary for them to continue to give everything their all. "Black," she begins. "You really don't have to apologize for that. You were doing what was best for you." She should know, she told herself that time and time again after what happened. Reasoning to herself, trying to stifle the negative feelings from their previous conversation. Easier said than done, clearly, but man did she try. "Besides, you could never be a burden to me."[break][break]
White glances away, a nasty habit beginning to form. Eye contact is something she has always been good at maintaining. Never wanting to make someone feel insignificant or unnoticed, she has always kept her eyes on someone when they're speaking. This, however, is different. Vulnerability isn't her best trait and the insecurities that have begun to show their ugly faces aren't her favorite. Being so open and honest is natural but there's always been a line she never crosses, a line she refuses to tiptoe over out of fear that once it's in the open, it can never be taken back. Sure, she trusts Black with her life, infinitely so. That doesn't translate now, however, as the need to hide herself becomes apparent. Will he look at her differently after this? Will he find her as weak as she feels?[break][break]
He speaks again, another compliment and another praise of her skills. "I mean," she retorts, a smile creeping onto her lips. "You did help me run it a lot the past few years." His help was appreciated of course. Honestly, she probably wouldn't have been as successful without him and his assistance. Her agency is as much his now as it is hers. A joint project, led by two dreamers, two halves of a whole.[break][break]
The snort that escapes her at his next joke is unladylike and she simply couldn't care. Leave it to Black to find a way to turn any serious conversation into a joke. One of the things she admires about him, even if it drives her batty when she tries to discuss important matters. Perhaps it's something she's almost jealous of... The ability to find the good in everything, to find humor in dire situations. It's something she lacks, despite her teasing nature. Sure, she can tease and poke fun but she finds it gone during the times one would need it most. "A well deserved promotion," she chimes in. "Don't make me regret it." He could never but... She'd be interested in seeing him try. A single mention of the hundreds of dollars worth of equipment he broke and she's laughing again. "Definitely too late for that," White replies. It's no surprise he regrets that. After all, she worked him like a dog for a while just to make up for it but... She wouldn't trade it for the world.[break][break]
His reaction to the pressing of her lips against her cheek sends her into a fit of giggles. Girlish, unfiltered giggles. Sometimes she forgets they're still only seventeen, just figuring out themselves and each other. Although, if he had kissed her instead she might have hit him in her embarrassment. Nevertheless, she continues to laugh, the color of her cheeks matching his own. Perhaps as they grow older they'll grow out of this innocence, this embarrassment at showing feelings to one another. For now, she relishes in it and embraces the fact that he makes her heart flutter.[break][break]
White nods, fondness morphing her features as she stares at him. "Guess we lost track of time," she offers. It's easy for her to do in his presence. To forget about everything but the moments with him... Besides, aren't they making up for two years worth of lost time anyway? Perhaps that is why she lingers, close by his side, hoping for more time than they might have. "I can call you if you'd like?" She watches as he touches a hand to his cheek, fingers pressing over the spot her lips previously touched. Cute, she muses to herself. "If you think you can go another few weeks without talking to me, though," she pauses, if only to be dramatic. "You won't like what I do." The brunette laughs, although she really would give him a piece of her mind if that were to happen. Even just little calls here and there, just to hear his voice, would be enough until the next time they're able to meet again. She has never been able to handle not talking to him. The past two weeks had been utter hell and while she tried to be understanding of it, if it happens again she'll be on the warpath.[break][break]
Offering a shaky hand to him, she smiles, bright and warm with affection. "Come on, let's go home." Sure, they might be heading in opposite directions, but she doesn't want to give up his time just yet. Besides, they could at least walk out of the park together, if only so she can continue to see his rosy cheeks and boyish charm.
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Oct 17, 2019 18:24:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2019 18:24:18 GMT -5
[newclass=.ayab-m-container]--be-m-accent: #b1cc88;[/newclass] [nospaces] [googlefont=Playfair+Display:400,400i|Roboto:400,700|Vollkorn:400,400i] [attr="class","ayab-m-border"] [attr="class","ayab-m-container"] [attr="class","ayab-m-header"] [attr="class","ayab-m-lyrics-hov"] [attr="class","ayab-m-lyrics"]be as you've always been [attr="class","ayab-m-tagged"]for @white [attr="class","ayab-m-body"] [attr="class","ayab-m-shape"] [attr="class","ayab-m-text"] "Uh, sure!" That's all he could think to say when White offers to call, although her not so thinly veined threat if he fails to keep in touch sends shivers down his spine as he nervously laughed back. Sure, White teased him a lot and not everything she said was meant to be taken literally. Threats were a different story though. He's seen her get p-r-e-t-t-y m-a-d at times. He'd almost always feel bad for the poor bastard on the receiving end of it, especially if said individual was himself. [break][break] As White reaches her hand out to him, Black grasped it. He's surprised how natural these kinds of things have become between them. Just two years ago, even touching her hand on accident would probably result in some VERY different physical attention dished out to him by White. He doesn't object as White leads them both away from the park, towards home he was assuming. He tries to recall the times he's ever been to White's house, but she practically lives her office. [break][break] "Isn't this what couples do?" He thought internally to himself. While he welcomes the prolonged company with White, the thought makes his cheeks flare up again. Where did his usually confident demeanor disappear off to? Looks like White really had him under her thumb. [break][break] As the point came where the two of them had to part, Black would reluctantly relinquish his hand curled around White's. Saying goodbye was always so hard, even if he knew that there would be plenty more opportunities in the future for him to look forward to. Before he parted, he flashed her a grin and a classic V for victory hand sign. "Seeya later, alligator!" [break][break] :> _______________
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Oct 18, 2019 19:33:14 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2019 19:33:14 GMT -5
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Funny, she never considered how well their hands fit together until this very moment. The way their fingers curl around one another, palms laying against each other with ease. Part of her could get used to this. This contact feels different though... Like there's some underlying meaning behind it. Whether it's on her part or Black's, she can't quite place it. No matter, she'll dwell on it later. For now, she wants to enjoy this moment with him if only for a little while longer.[break][break]
The walk is quiet compared to all the talking they normally do. Maybe it's the time that has passed or the recent turn of events. Perhaps she even made it uncomfortable now with the planting of a kiss to his cheek. Oh god, he isn't upset with her is he? The urge to ask, to question if she changed everything, is difficult to conceal. The words bubble up in her throat ready to be asked and yet, she swallows them back. No, she can't ask right now. He could just be quiet for an entirely different reason and she isn't exactly as talkative as usual either. The blame can't be solely placed on her shoulders just yet. Perhaps next time, when they meet again, she'll ask. She'll have to swallow her pride on this one, however, for she just simply doesn't have the courage yet.[break][break]
She slows, coming to a stop at the park entrance with reluctant eyes. Personally, selfishly, she doesn't want their time together to end. It's been weeks since she's seen him and practically two whole years before that. While she can (sometimes) be patient, it's difficult to not want to surround herself with nothing but his presence. He has this calming effect on her, despite constantly riling her up and ruffling her feathers. She feels safe with him. Hell, she'd even go as far as to say he feels like home to her. She isn't ready to give up her home just yet...[break][break]
His hand pulls away and the warmth she felt is suddenly gone, the vacancy leaving her hand cold. She tries to ignore how he broke the contact first, tries to ignore the urge to search his face for answers. She would see reluctance if she did but instead, she stares at the ground, the sunset beginning to give way to another chilly autumn night. He speaks, then, and her eyes find his, a warm smile blossoming onto her features. "In a while, crocodile." She mirrors his actions, flashing her own two fingers up in the shape of a v. He parts, then, and she lingers for a few more moments. Blue eyes watch his figure retreat into the distance and once she no longer sees him on the horizon, she sighs. Time to go home and think about what just happened, about what all of this might mean... The brunette takes one last glance at the park, the trees, the night sky, before beginning her trek home. Her mind is already reeling and she just knows this is going to be a long night.
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Oct 18, 2019 21:43:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2019 21:43:39 GMT -5
[newclass=.ayab-m-container]--be-m-accent: #b1cc88;[/newclass] [nospaces] [googlefont=Playfair+Display:400,400i|Roboto:400,700|Vollkorn:400,400i] [attr="class","ayab-m-border"] [attr="class","ayab-m-container"] [attr="class","ayab-m-header"] [attr="class","ayab-m-lyrics-hov"] [attr="class","ayab-m-lyrics"]be as you've always been [attr="class","ayab-m-tagged"]for @white [attr="class","ayab-m-body"] [attr="class","ayab-m-shape"] [attr="class","ayab-m-text"] He didn't much sleep that night either. [break][break] Glancing up on his ceiling, he mulled over the events that had transpired on that cool Autumn afternoon. They had held hands, and White even gave him a peck on the cheek. He had been completely caught off guard. If he told Blake what happened, the other Unova dexholder would definitely laugh at him. Blake (White for some odd reason liked to call him Lack-Two due to some odd resemblance to Black that only she could see) was a natural womanizer, knowing his way around most girl's hearts just like Black did with Nacrene City's library. [break][break] Girls only hold hands with boys they like... right? As Black mulled over this thought, he turned to his side. Did White also want more to their current relationship? If so... what next? Black realizes that for the past two years, they've never really hung out outside as even just friends. Even if they were outside for non-work related purposes, at a restaurant for example, White would usually be busy on her laptop or busy taking another phone call. It's not like him and White were mere acquaintances, but this just complicated matters even further for him. Did he have to now act differently around her? Was he even supposed to act differently around her? [break][break] The dim light from the X-Tranceiver shone up his face as he clicked it open. What should his next move be? How long should he wait before asking White out again? Perhaps he should wait for her to contact him instead? It was strange, a person he thought he knew so well also felt so foreign to him at this moment. Sighing, the boy clicked his X-Tranceiver shut and chucked it on his bedside counter. That can wait till later. He needed to catch some Zs. [break][break] He glanced up at the ceiling one more time, folding his hands as he closed his eyelids. [break][break] Goodnight. [break][break] ________ [break][break] OOC: This is going to be my last post as Black on this specific thread! Thanks for the replies! Hmu when you want these two to meet again. _______________
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