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Put down your sword and crown, come lay with me on the ground.A mess of blue lips and pale skin, matted half-frozen hair and heavy lidded eyes staring far into some other world. Unseeing, unknowing of his weakness in the presence of the one person who didn't deserve to see it. Red forced himself to look at the boy--the man; they weren't children any more. He forced himself to take in the wretched sight of someone pushed too far. Someone who had fallen over the edge both literally and metaphorically. This was Green, his rival and childhood friend... a term he'd grown to apply loosely. Once a boy desperate to prove himself to anyone who would pay attention, still desperate to mean something to someone. He always said he did it because no one else would--which was true--but Red knew Green couldn't let it go. He needed the upper hand, to feel like Red depended on him somehow. It was what held him together most of the time, it was also the only way the two interacted on Green's terms. And that was important, too.
Red could only assume this was another lunch visit. Wherein Green would show up and bark at him about his choice in clothing, chuck a neatly packed lunchbox at him and sit cross-legged on a nearby boulder waiting for him to acquiesce to his unspoken demand. He must have fallen into the water somehow, Red thought. Eevee was licking his face in a vain attempt to rouse him from a sleep Red could only imagine as death-like when he felt a sharp pain in his ear. Pikachu was biting him with a cross expression on his face, he looked back down at Eevee to see she too was giving him a dirty look. It struck him that he'd been staring at Green for quite a while now, doing nothing for him.
'Don't just stand there like an asshole!' Red imagined him saying... He smiled to himself as he knelt down next to him and placed a hand in front of his mouth to check his breathing. He was breathing, which was good, but he wasn't shivering. He was so cold, too...
He wasn't sure what the standard operating procedure was when it came to this sort of thing, which he knew Green would lambaste him for later when it inevitably came out... so he simply called out his Charizard and picked the unconscious man up, flying them to the nearest Pokemon Centre. As soon as he set foot in the building with his rival in his arms, the nurse dropped everything to help. She hopped the counter, and called for the assistance of everyone in the room. Soon enough Green was covered in blankets and jackets and every fire-type in the building was out of their Pokeball. It was a little uplifting, really... Though Red wasn't really the type to be ~moved~ by things.
At first he was scared and confused, the nurse said this was normal. He was so scared he hid under the blankets and called out for help. Called for his parents, for his sister--for Red. That one made him feel a little. 'How could you ask for me at a time like this?' Red was dying to know, 'After all we've done to each other... You're asking for the person who got you into this mess?'
I have feelings for these two
Pokemon isn't mine. Art and writing are. uwu
Title is a reference to Moths Wings by Passion Pit. This song reminds me heavily of them. Yes it does.
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I love this and wish this had more comments.
It's in character and powerful and just wow. I also love the wonderful art piece that goes with it; how Red and Green have matching scarfs.
I'm in awe right now.
It's in character and powerful and just wow. I also love the wonderful art piece that goes with it; how Red and Green have matching scarfs.
I'm in awe right now.