i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON May 26, 2019 1:34:52 GMT
[attr="class","salempost"]he's taking a break. that's what he calls these walks. he knows he's still watched, but what can he do from slateport? what can he do without his hand at the keys? he looks down, flexes thin fingers, thinks nothing.
vali walks at his side, determined not to let him wander the streets alone, and again he takes out the flaaffy's pokeball and puts him back inside. this time (the fourth), the pink sheep begrudgingly stays.
he looks up through the light drizzle, half-closes his eyes as the rain patters gently against his face, wetting his lashes. trash skitters noisily over the deserted street, flipping over and tumbling away from his sneaker. he watches the candy bar go, get caught in a drain, and then tumble away.
there's something peaceful about slateport, about its lack of bustle. he knows it's because of the fear that permeates that once-thriving port city, and it'd be an exaggeration to claim that what's left is a ghost town. no, it still functions. most of its innocents live in fear; the rest find their comfort in doing their work under the cover of night.
blood on your hands--it's easy to ignore if the stains aren't so glaringly red. he supposes, anyway. or maybe evil really does prefer lurking in the dark.
he touches the well-worn pokeball at his waist again, almost regrettably. it's easier when vali's with him, to remind him that he's doing this for a reason. that there are people who depend on him, that he's the reason they're in this mess. his jaw clenches.
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