NIKOLAI
HE/HIM
TWENTY-FIVE
CYBER BOY
GYM LEADER
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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NIKOLAI PETROV
deplorable [c]
POSTED ON Nov 2, 2018 8:05:15 GMT
FINE dusk approaches as they make their way back from the mountains. for tonight, they've made a small cabin situated on the outskirts of a forest their home. a fire burns inside, aided by the constant flames on the end of charizard's tail. only nikolai is sat by the fire, warming his hands as he watches the burning wood flicker. a look of defeat taints his features.
'you'll get better. today was good.'
he doubts it: not his words, but doubts himself. he shakes his head.
'tell me what you're feeling.'
a pause.
"like shit—"
'language.'
"sorry. it's just…when you were my age you already had all eight badges. i know i'm in at four; i know, but i'm nowhere near as strong as you were. i can't even reach the top of the fucking mountain."
no warnings need to be given this time. he's quick to correct himself. "language. sorry, pa."
he feels a cold tap on his arm. he turns to see an offered bottle of beer; he takes it but there's hesitation in his movements.
'it's fine. it'll help. come, have a drink with me.'
they sit by the couch and he waits to have his drink. it's unopened but he doesn't raise it to his lips yet.
'we all move at our own pace. there's no reason for you to rush like i did; i didn't have anything or anyone then, so battling was all i had. but you're different: you have so much support. you have us, your family.'
he smiles as he raises his bottle to toast. it's his first ever drink and it's with the person he respects the most. he can't ask for anything else.
'you'll always have us.'
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"no."
he answers both her questions with one response. "but i don't have much of a choice." he downs whatever's left and looks at her. "i'm alone, so."
he slides off his seat and pulls out however amount of money to place on the counter. "enjoy your stay, darling. please don't get into trouble."
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