he/him
twenty-seven
january 3
saffron, kanto
homosexual
team silph
officer
did i close my fist around something delicate?
TAG WITH @zeke
zeke rainey
CHANCE
POSTED ON Oct 24, 2018 20:30:35 GMT
they lock eyes for a moment -- only a moment -- before zeke has to break his gaze. silph's eyes are too much to handle; they look almost inhuman and lack any warmth as zeke searches them. where he expects warmth he finds only power, and then realizes that perhaps silph is analyzing him, too. zeke is much simpler, he knows, but wonders what the man thinks of him.
silph's humanity seems to reappear with a tired sigh. for silph to justify life's length with the ability to do more good seems unexpected, especially for a business tycoon like him. but here they were, sitting together at a casino after the mauville ruins rescue, the debrief which silph hosted, playing a game that will only benefit zeke on silph's dollar. to see him as slimy is unfair, and zeke feels like he owes the man an apology.
"i guess that makes sense." passing on the apology, the noncommittal quip is all he manages to come up with as he passes on his prize from the previous play. without much thought, he plays again, watching the cocktail waitress appear out of the corner of his eye. she produces cigarettes for silph, and when the man subsequently offers him one, zeke shakes his head in polite refusal.
"i don't. where i grew up in saffron, people puffed on cigarettes all day long talking shit about their kids and local government, or passed a threat from one gang to the next. makes me hate them. the cigarettes, i mean." his eyes are back on the machine by the end of the rant, waiting for his next win. FERNANDO SILPH |
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