006. minor disturbances [pokémon]
Title: minor disturbances
Fandom: Pokémon
Pairing: Paul/Dawn (Ikarishipping)
Prompt: #94. Enclosed, #67. Heated
Word Count: 100 each, 200 total
A/N: Ikarishipping: serious business.
There was a time where she genuinely believed that she could change him into someone decent.
To no avail, she attempted to teach him how to be human; be it subtlety or a direct approach, he was steadfast in his ways. After every argument and screaming match, he would walk away, hands in pockets, and she would linger, trying her damn hardest not to cry.
Things took a different turn; he gradually grew warmer and she became more enclosed.
“Smile for me,” he would say, lifting her chin up.
A narrowing of the eyes -
“Karma’s a real pain, isn’t it?”
-x-
Everything they do is heated, driven by one fire or another - anger, passion, hate, lust.
But never love. Love never seems to fit in the equation, not when she’s shouting at him one moment and being pinned against the wall the next -
(that glare will be the death of her someday)
-and he’s insisting that she is the biggest bitch he’s ever had the misfortune of meeting.
There are no apologies, not even when they’re tangled amongst bedsheets - these trysts never serve as ‘I’m sorry’s - and she’s inching towards the other side of the bed.
(Love is for idiots, anyway.)
Fandom: Pokémon
Pairing: Paul/Dawn (Ikarishipping)
Prompt: #94. Enclosed, #67. Heated
Word Count: 100 each, 200 total
A/N: Ikarishipping: serious business.
There was a time where she genuinely believed that she could change him into someone decent.
To no avail, she attempted to teach him how to be human; be it subtlety or a direct approach, he was steadfast in his ways. After every argument and screaming match, he would walk away, hands in pockets, and she would linger, trying her damn hardest not to cry.
Things took a different turn; he gradually grew warmer and she became more enclosed.
“Smile for me,” he would say, lifting her chin up.
A narrowing of the eyes -
“Karma’s a real pain, isn’t it?”
-x-
Everything they do is heated, driven by one fire or another - anger, passion, hate, lust.
But never love. Love never seems to fit in the equation, not when she’s shouting at him one moment and being pinned against the wall the next -
(that glare will be the death of her someday)
-and he’s insisting that she is the biggest bitch he’s ever had the misfortune of meeting.
There are no apologies, not even when they’re tangled amongst bedsheets - these trysts never serve as ‘I’m sorry’s - and she’s inching towards the other side of the bed.
(Love is for idiots, anyway.)