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[attr="class","nv3"] but i look at you. i look at you, and god, constellations are bursting, fires are dying, silence is deafening, the whole damn world is terrifying - - - – – and im falling, god, i’m falling.
[attr="class","mv1"]the thing about the beach was that everyone loved to visit it. there was no time during the day where the beach remained empty of visitors with little screaming kids running around and splashing. he had no problems with kids but there were times he wanted to enjoy the peace and quiet and simply lose himself in the waves. sadly there was no such time a day unless one were to wake up early in the morning or even come out at night. evan had no qualms about waking up early like he did in the past. now it just became a habit to wake up and go explore or walking before the day started. in the past if anyone said he was to grow out of the habit of sleeping in until noon he would have laughed and rolled over to fall back asleep.
his feet dug into the sand as he wrapped his jacket closer to his body. while it was still hot outside, the mornings still had a habit of being colder than any part of the day. evan sighed and looked down towards the egg that was currently on his lap and held closely to his body. it had not been a good idea to bring the egg outside so early in the morning but he didn't want to leave it there in fear of it hatching while noah was still asleep. he had no idea what the pokemon could be inside and he had not wanted to startle the brunette with a giant pokemon in his bed. instead he had left a small note saying he would be at the beach and left. "i hope you hatch soon. carrying you around is kind of a pain." evan whispered out loud and glanced back towards the waves. the water was still too cold to put his feet in so he was quite a distance from where the waves lapped at the sand. but he was content with just watching the water rather than going for a dip. plus there were hardly any people on the beach at this time which made the time to himself even better.
The drop in temperature is the first thing he notices as he shifts in place, moving his legs against the fabric of what’s keeping him warm as he rolls over to his side. His eyes refuse to open, his mind clouded and tired, tempting him to return back to sleep; and he does. There’s not much fight as his conscious comes apart, greeted by the sight of a dream. He feels young again -- younger, rather, than what he is now -- within a class of people whose faces hes long forgotten. But there’s one. One person who he can see clearly; one whose details are too pronounced to ignore. Then it’s gone, but that one is still there, standing beside him rather than across behind a desk; and he’s smiling. They’re both smiling.
“I’m leaving.”
It’s his voice. He can feel the words leave him, watch as the expression of the only person he’s focused on change. There’s a second when things fade, from what he isn’t sure -- having been too caught up in those eyes, that drop of a smile and averting gaze to even notice -- and he’s watching the waves crash. He’s alone again amongst voices and conversations he can hear but not understand. It smells like salt, like the ocean he (they) grew up near; like the sea he chose to travel on and leave (him) behind; like the only thing separating him from what he left on the other side.
There’s light, bright and blinding; and he groans, shifts again in his undone slumber before slowly parting his eyes. One blink. Slumber is still there, batted away just barely from his mind. Two. His arm lays across his eyes, shielding them from the morning light that broke through the small opening of the tent. “Evan?” It’s barely audible when the name leaves his lips, a yawn cutting him off from repeating himself again. “Hey, are you…”
Nothing.
His arm moves just enough for his eyes to catch sight of what lay beside him, or lack thereof. Where his friend -- no, were they just friends now or… -- was now a note, written in a handwriting he had gotten so accustomed to during their youth. He doesn’t read it, and instead bats away the remaining weariness of travel from him before sitting up; another groan, hands that run through messed up hair. “Where’d you run off to…”
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It’s cold.
The chill of the morning air had made the sand cool, jolting him awake for a minute as his body began to adjust to the morning temperatures. It wasn’t too bad, or at least he had dealt with worse; though he could never compare this to snow. He left everything behind in the tent -- his pokeballs, the egg that still hadn’t hatched for him yet; everything -- when he chose to walk out, figuring he wouldn’t need anything with him to find his friend. His attention was kept low, watching as the sand sank at each step -- how he noticed the lines left from each wave receding back -- before bringing it higher.
There he is.
Evan had always been easy to spot for him. In a crowd or building filled with people, it all didn’t matter; but now it was all too easy. Everyone had the right mindset to step away from the beach during the early hours, let the sun warm everything up before coming down to enjoy the water; but not him. “Hey,” he shouts, just loud enough to be heard with the small distance between them. He keeps moving, waits to say anything until he’s gotten close enough to speak normally to be heard well enough. “Why are you out here so early? Isn’t it cold…”
[attr="class","nv3"] but i look at you. i look at you, and god, constellations are bursting, fires are dying, silence is deafening, the whole damn world is terrifying - - - – – and im falling, god, i’m falling.
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[attr="class","nv3"] NOAH WYSS mmm it was going to be short and then evan had a flashback and i'm like 'wait this isn't naruto calm down' and so i cut it short because ain't nobody got time for evan's 10k word of little kid ramblings
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[attr="class","mv1"]the temperature was starting to warm up but it still wasnt enough for him to lose the hold he had on his jacket. the breeze that came from being so close to the ocean was not helping keep the chill off either. evan sighed and brought his jacket as close as he possibly could and burrowed down into it. the egg still remained in his lap as he unconsciously tapped on the surface, his mind lost in thought as he stared out into the ocean.
he wasn't sure when the last time he had been having so much fun just traveling around. it reminded him when he was just a little kid getting his first pokemon and heading out to explore with his best friend. it seemed so long ago that he had actually enjoyed traveling rather than it being something he had to do. ever since he was a kid, all he wanted to do was explore the world and have fun with his friend. but after noah left, journeying had not been an exciting adventure. it had suddenly become a chore and more about getting through each day without wanting to go home. he had missed the days when the two of them would spend each day with the only thing they had to worry about was what they wanted to do next.
but now it was almost as if nothing had changed and they weren't making up for all the lost years they were apart. now they were older and had more experience in the ways of the world but were somehow still the dumb kids that liked to camp on the beach and talk late into the night about whatever was on their mind.
evan's thoughts were broken when he heard a familiar voice call from down the beach. looking over, he spotted noah walking closer to him and couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face at seeing the other male. there was still confusion between them, something he wanted to talk about more than anything, but he always couldn't keep the smile off his face whenever he saw the other. "why? were you worried about me?" he teased at noah's inquiry, patting the spot on the sand where he was sitting and looked up at noah with a grin. "sit with me. i woke up early and just wanted to sit out here for awhile. i promise not to put sand in your hair like i did when we were kids."
[attr="class","pv00"]He doesn’t mind the beach, actually he enjoys it more than his stoic expression lets off. It reminds him of simpler things, brings back nostalgic memories and moments he hasn’t yet let go. They’re of his childhood, of his family -- of Evan, a younger version of him, who still isn’t much different than the man standing before him in the sand. It’s of all the things that had brought him out to adventure in a world he had once believed held no interest for him; of regrets and distance memories when he traveled across the sea to another region all alone. The sea is what he chose to live near when it was only him, travel to when things were too much for him -- and soon it had been the only constant there. He likes the beach, or rather than sea itself than the sandy shore its waves crash against.
His eyes catch the smile -- the one he dreams about and says nothing of the like -- and his lips of inching to smile back; but then he hears the question and he frowns (nearly pouts) at what is said. He wasn’t worried, not too much at least; not any more than a normal person would worry if they woke up to find their friend gone from where they had last seen them. When he gets close he stops, watches at the boys hand pats the empty space between where he stands and where Evan sits; and he stares. That pout in his lips is still there no matter how hard he tries to ignore it, force it away or frown like he would have to any other person.
“I wasn’t worried.” he lied, digging his foot into the damp sand and kicking the bits up towards the redhead. “I just didn’t want to wake up later to find you got lost somewhere.” He would have went looking for him regardless, but he kept that last part in his head. “So I figured, hey, might as well get up and find you before that happened.” There’s a second where he hesitates in his step, eyes the place Evan had patted down as an invitation to sit before changing directions and walking behind him. He sits directly behind him, legs against the redheads side and his head leaning against the back of his shoulder. There’s a small mumble, incoherent and holding no real words or meaning to make out -- nothing except that he’s comfortable like this -- and he falls silent. It takes him a minute before he presses his forehead against the boys body a little deeper, murmurs a response back to what was said moments prior. “If you even attempted to put sand in my hair again I would push you in the ocean and leave you there…” a small pause, another incoherent mumble, “please don’t try…”
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[attr="class","pv7"]lol nope changed the icon to these
[attr="class","nv3"] but i look at you. i look at you, and god, constellations are bursting, fires are dying, silence is deafening, the whole damn world is terrifying - - - – – and im falling, god, i’m falling.
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[attr="class","nv3"] NOAH WYSS I DONT WANT ANGST YET OKAY BUT UM HERE YOU GO PLS DONT LET THIS...YOU KNOW GOD NO DON'T JUST PUSH EVAN AWAY AND RUN FOR IT LIKE NO GOD PLS DONT OKAY BYE
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[attr="class","mv1"]he could tell the moment noah registered his words he was going to pout. it was easy to read the other despite how much everyone teased him for having a constant grumpy look. maybe it was all the years they have known each other that he was able to tell how the other was feeling; when all those little twitches and subtle movements on his features changed slightly with each emotion. anyone could say that he just spent too much time watching noah to where he could tell when it happened. sad to say he couldn't disagree.
evan rose an eyebrow in disbelief, more amused than anything else as noah denied being worried. he protested mildly when the other kicked sand in his direction and shielded himself the best he could. it was a low blow using sand and his horrible sense of direction against him. "hey i don't get lost so easily anymore." now he was the one denying the teasing remarks yet he wasn't bothered at all. moments like these were normal between them.
evan blinked and turned his head to watch noah walk behind him instead. legs pressed against his side and soon a head followed to land on his shoulder. he could barely make out the mumbles noah was saying before he fell silent. it took a second before he leaned back into the warm body and gave a sigh of amusement. "you're like a little kid." a small laugh escaped him before he also fell into the comfortable silence. he looked out into the ocean again and his thoughts trailed off once more. it was strange to think that these moments between them almost did not happen. they had not sat out on a beach and watched the ocean since they were kids. he always had a love hate relationship with the water. looking out at the sea, he was reminded of the beach near their hometown where they used to play. but then there were moments where he was brought back to that day long ago as he stood and watched the boat with noah on it disappear into the horizon.
he wanted to ask, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer or have the inevitable fight that would happen with this topic. his hands wrapped themselves around the egg just a little tighter and shifted slightly to look back to see the dark hair and face hidden from view. "hey n-" it came out a small mumble, barely loud enough for even him to hear. it was then noah spoke up again while he pressed his forehead deeper into evan's back. his voice startled him and pushed down all the courage he mustered up deep back inside where it just left an empty feeling. it took him a second to process what noah had said before a small smile was brought up by his words. "would you really leave me there? and why not in the sand?" his body twisted to the side and instead leaned his back on one of noah's legs, his own curling up against his other one so he could look noah in the eye. a smirk appeared on his face as he leaned forward and pressed his face against the side of noah's, wrinkling his face in amusement. "you just want to see me all wet and cold so i have no choice but to cuddle up against you to get warm. i know your plan." it was always a thing for him to tease the other even when they were children. the only thing that was different was the amount of innuendos and hidden meanings behind his words that he knew noah would pick up.
[attr="class","pv00"]This was comfortable -- being so close, laying his head against the boys shoulder with his eyes shut, forgetting everything but the one thing that really mattered. He can feel the way Evan leans back at his touch, or if it was simply him pressing further against the clothed body he was not sure. It all felt the same, all covered him in comfort that lessened the stress of any new adventure, of every little thing they have yet to discuss -- and all Noah can tell for sure is that he enjoys this contact. There’s nothing to be said of the comment of his childish behaviour except for a small scoff of a laugh that’s far more breathless than sound. He feels younger when he’s with Evan, in a way that’s strange -- amusing in the fact that they both are barely adults as is -- and there’s no lie in the comment Evan had given him. He feels like a child with his head pressed against the boys shoulder, mumbling half-hearted threats he knows he’d never do.
He hadn’t heard Evan begin to speak, and if he had he would have lowered his voice to hear what was to be said. Instead it was cut off, unnoticed by the boy who would have had it directed to him and left to hang in the air unfinished. He feels Evan start to turn, forcing himself to lift his forehead from his shoulder -- and he watches the boy twist to the side, lean his back against his leg and look up at him with those eyes. It takes him a second to look away, to register what had been said during the initial movement, to notice that playful smirk dancing on those lips within an expression that says it all; and he falls for it without a second thought.
“Oh, is that what you think I’m up to?” he muses, a smirk of his own stretching his lips as he felt Evans face press against the side of his. They could see right through each other, or at least for Noah it seemed as though Evan had opened him up like a book; he knew, even before he himself did. “Would that be so bad? Do you not want to be close to me like that,” he asks, and his body reacts on his own, has his arm lifting to place its hand against one of the boys leg. There should be more restraint in his taunting, in his thoughts of what he wants that had surfaced after Evans comment (or possibly even before then) but there isn’t. “Or maybe you’re a little nervous about what might happen? Is that it, how cute.” he says, his hand sliding against the boys leg, fingers trailing against his inner thigh -- and his eyes are still caught in the others like they always have.
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[attr="class","pv7"]i actually hate this post and the worst part of this is that i made you wait for this shit post. honestly, did i even say anything that wasn't just some cheap knockoff of what you typed? probs not doesn't feel like it wow
[attr="class","nv3"] but i look at you. i look at you, and god, constellations are bursting, fires are dying, silence is deafening, the whole damn world is terrifying - - - – – and im falling, god, i’m falling.
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[attr="class","nv3"] SO THINKING OUT LOUD CAME ON AND IM SCREAMING ALSO THIS FUCKING THREAD CAN GO ONE OF TWO WAYS AND I HATE IT I HATE THEM WHY CANT THEY JUST SAY WHAT THEY MEAN THEY ARE BOTH IDIOTS ALSO YOUR POST WAS BEAUTIFUL *watches as you turn into an apple and fly off*
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[attr="class","mv1"]why did he always like to tease the other even when it backfired against him? this was the same as when they were kids. when they were still just little elementary school kids he would always find noah and mess with him, hanging off of him like he didn't understand the meaning of personal space. at first noah didn't like his touch and would shy away from it like he carried the plague. but soon after awhile he had gotten used to it and simply went along with evan's lack of care for personal space. and when noah finally let him do whatever he wanted, that's when the teasing began.
usually he was the one who started it, just happy to be near the other and to mess with him to see that expression shift into something similar to embarrassment or frustration. back then he didn't understand why he liked to watch the brunette's expression shift into something different from his normal put off look. he understood now. watching the different looks appear on noah's face was rather cute.
sadly it usually backfired on him which was unsurprisingly one of those moments. evan leaned back some when noah spoke up. he felt the hand before he registered what it was. he felt the fingers trail closer to his inner thigh and the familiar heat erupted from the touch. it spread up his body and went directly to the back of his neck slowly fading into his face. it was a natural reaction to whenever he was close to noah and they were like this: close enough to where each touch sparked something in them. his eyes caught those familiar blue eyes and despite his internal struggle to stop himself from going along with it, he smirked back.
this is what he wanted all along. being close to the other where it's just the two of them enjoying themselves. hoenn wasn't bad and he had met people whose company he didn't mind. but if it had just him and noah traveling alone with only each other as company, he would have been just as happy. "if i was nervous, i wouldn't have said anything." he reached over and turned noah's face fully towards his. he leaned forward and pressed his lips against noah's, holding it for a few seconds before pulling away slightly. he made eye contact again and the smirk toned down into a soft smile as he took in the face that he had loved for years now. "and i do like being close to you."
his fingers played with the back of noah's head, messing with the small strands on his neck. "do you like being near me is the question." it came out in a teasing tone and the joke was clear on his face before it shifted into a hesitant look. "i mean... are you happy?" it wasn't the way he wanted to word it and there were more questions on his mind with clearer meanings. but still that fear held him back from asking anything else and instead of asking what he wanted, he spit out an ambiguous question that could have several different meanings behind it.
This type of behavior wasn’t normal for best friends, or at least not the usual types that hes’ heard about or seen. Were they flirting? He guesses so with how their relationship had gone since meeting again -- what, a year prior. Was that how long it had been since seeing that face in the crowd, during a time where all he wanted to do was turn the other away; avoid a conversation he didn’t want to have, only to be forced into it before he could act. The way it went had been rough, out-weighed by everything else (every moment he wouldn’t replace, those memories he still remembers almost too clearly) and there’s a small part past his stubborn nature that’s happy he never got the chance to run off and hide. The words that leave his mouth come with ease, never forced or hesitant in times like this -- when it’s just them, alone and within a world that only knows two (one that Noah likes to believe Evan sees too) -- and the way his hands move against his leg; it’s as though his body does it on its own.
There’s seconds -- some fleeting while others stay within the back of his mind, shoved behind the moment but showing enough to be remembered -- that he questions what he does to Evan. The way he pushes the boy further and further to view that familiar red glow against his skin, the way he averts his eyes or challenges him with a smirk rivaling his own. He loves it, wants it rather -- enjoys it far too much with a curiosity of how far he can go until he’s stopped that will get him into trouble one of these days. But as his eyes watch those lips spread, mirror the curves of his own, he knows that day isn’t now. His words could make him laugh, a contradiction in his mind as he stares over at the mild color of red against his face; but he says silent, keeps his comments and amusement to himself as he watches Evan get closer.
It’s the press of their lips that recalls the moment when that door first opened, when they had kissed and changed the way they viewed their relationship for good; or maybe it had just caused them to realize what had always been. His shoulders slowly fall, his body relaxing against the pressure -- and he nearly follows when Evan pulls away, just barely keeping himself still as he watch the figure slowly move back into view. He sees the change in his expression, surprised that hes noticed anything but those eyes staring back at his, all the while feeling his smirk return to a smile similar to Evans. If he hadn’t began to speak he knows he would have pulled the boy into another kiss, held it for much longer, pulled away only to bring him back again; and he can only compare this to some sort of addiction for physical contact. For something only Evan could supply him, only to want more and more each time he was given it.
The question is what throws his off guard, the shift in expression that causes his mind to ignore the way those fingers feel against his hair; and he laughs, something small and breathless in sound. It’s almost in disbelief that such a question could be asked given everything; did he not seem happy? He knew he wasn’t the best with expressing his emotions let alone talking about them, but surely Evan knew he was happy being with him. His expression turns against Evans hesitance, no longer mirroring one another as he quirks his brow, a small curve at the corners of his mouth attempting to compress a growing smile. “I mean, I’m not too happy I had woken up to find you off adventuring the cold beach so early in the morning.” he begins, his eyes dancing with amusement as he speaks, “but overall, yeah. I’m pretty happy.”
His hands removes themselves from their former positions, his arms extending to wrap around Evans body as he stares down at who is, and always had been, his best friend. The one person who broke through his guard when they met as kids, who wore him down in a way that made him crave more attention as they grew up; the only exception he could ever really make with anything. “Do I not seem happy to you?” he asks, and his eyes just barely show what was once there. He’s still amused by the question asked but less so after his snide remark, and in its absence comes some worry. “You know me, if I wasn’t happy I wouldn’t be here… and I want to be here Evan.” he said, “at least, as long as you’re here, if that’s alright with you.”
god wow i hope this isn't shit -- i haven't posted in years and just ugh. i hate myself really, you know what just delete me off everything and ignore me. that goes for everyone pass it on okay.
