i think i'm scared; i think too much
Who: futariniousama and usedlaserbeam
Where: The forest off Route 35, just outside of Goldenrod.
When: This afternoon! September 14.
Summary: Yagyuu finally breaks the radio silence and Serious Discussion ensues.
Rating: PG, since Niou's here. PG-13 for references to sexual almost-encounters. Should've seen that coming.
Log:
[ It's been a quiet few weeks for Niou.
It's better, he thinks, than a quiet few weeks for everyone. The team, his friends have carried on around him, and he's glad for it. Yagyuu's quiet avoidance has been a little unnerving, but Niou can't really complain. Yagyuu isn't the only one avoiding someone.
Still, it begs the question of why. Visceral memories of the radio tower resurface and he brushes them aside, unsettled. That wasn't him, that was Yuuki... at least, at first. It wasn't always, and that's the part that makes Niou's stomach clench in anxiety. Yagyuu knows it, too - too much of that tension, that tremulous pleasure was Niou, beneath Yagyuu, not Atobe. Did he cross a line? Is it too late to go back?
Waiting is the worst part, but he's too scared to set the ball in motion himself.
So he's out here in the woods, leaning against a tree and feeling lethargic, watching his Persian tangle with a Drowzee. Self-direction is the Rikkai way, so he says nothing unless she screws up. ]
Don't take your eyes off it. You'll lose advantage if you get poisoned.
Where: The forest off Route 35, just outside of Goldenrod.
When: This afternoon! September 14.
Summary: Yagyuu finally breaks the radio silence and Serious Discussion ensues.
Rating: PG, since Niou's here. PG-13 for references to sexual almost-encounters. Should've seen that coming.
Log:
[ It's been a quiet few weeks for Niou.
It's better, he thinks, than a quiet few weeks for everyone. The team, his friends have carried on around him, and he's glad for it. Yagyuu's quiet avoidance has been a little unnerving, but Niou can't really complain. Yagyuu isn't the only one avoiding someone.
Still, it begs the question of why. Visceral memories of the radio tower resurface and he brushes them aside, unsettled. That wasn't him, that was Yuuki... at least, at first. It wasn't always, and that's the part that makes Niou's stomach clench in anxiety. Yagyuu knows it, too - too much of that tension, that tremulous pleasure was Niou, beneath Yagyuu, not Atobe. Did he cross a line? Is it too late to go back?
Waiting is the worst part, but he's too scared to set the ball in motion himself.
So he's out here in the woods, leaning against a tree and feeling lethargic, watching his Persian tangle with a Drowzee. Self-direction is the Rikkai way, so he says nothing unless she screws up. ]
Don't take your eyes off it. You'll lose advantage if you get poisoned.